Translations: Marital Conversations (Reason # 9,754 why I love my husband)

When I walked in from work on Monday evening, Mr gave me a long look and announced, “That’s a new dress.”

Translation: (1) someone’s been shopping and/or (2) you look nice today.

“Wait, seriously? I’ve actually worn this four or five times.”

Translation: (1) I haven’t been spending money – on this dress, anyway and/or (2) you really are in your own world sometimes, aren’t you?

“Oh.”

Translation: (1) Oops and/or (2) Uh oh.

English: Vita in fancy dress

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Another reason to love my husband: Somebody Lee Edition

First baseball team

First baseball team (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Walking home from our dinner date Friday night, Mr inexplicably started talking to me about baseball – specifically, the prospects of our local baseball team.

This is another example of what I’m coming to think of as the Pi Syndrome – he thinks I know lots of things, even things that I’ve repeatedly told him I don’t, in fact, know anything about.

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Now every morning there’s a cup of coffee and I wear your ring

May 13th is my wedding anniversary. Mr and I have been married for SIX YEARS. Tonight, Mommom and Boppy watched B for a couple of hours so we could go out to dinner, and reflect on the state of our (mostly) successful union.

I jokingly list all the reasons why I love my husband, but honestly? Here’s what I know after six years of marriage. Continue reading

Another reason to love my husband – TNT division

Experiments

Experiments (Photo credit: kirstinmckee)

**Apologies to my friends who have already heard all about this on Facebook**

I’ve been doing unauthorized science experiments again.

Not really.

I actually sort of … accidentally exploded some eggs while trying to boil them. A reasonable person might ask, alarmed, How on earth does that happen?

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Daily Earworm – Beyonce – Single Ladies

Mr and I had a conversation this morning about some friends of our who have been together for years, aren’t married, and are getting some pressure from family to make it official. I opined that marriage isn’t for everyone. In fact, I told him,

I never really wanted to get married until I met you.

And then I went off to shower, while this song played in my head:

You can’t win ’em all

Catholic School

I had the chance to pick up B  from school recently, which is a rare experience for me. I insisted on a detour to CVS where we purchased both necessities (milk, Diet Coke) and non-necessities (gum and stickers). This meant that we deviated from the usual route, but change is good, right?

Last night, on a break from ranting about the raccoon sized hole in my kitchen ceiling, I told Mr  how much I enjoyed getting to be a daytime Mommy. I think he secretly enjoyed bursting my bubble when he relayed the following quote from our son:

Daddy, please don’t let Mommy pick me up from school again. I like it so much better when you pick me up.

I’m not sure what I did wrong – I thought we were having a good time!

B, apparently HATING the walk home. Who knew?