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

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:

Where have you been, Charming Billy?

B has great plans for his future. Right now, when he grows up he wants to be

A teacher… And a daddy.

He talks constantly about saving his baby things for when he’s a grown up, because he “might have a daughter some day.” (It’s always a daughter.) He was telling me the other day about his plans for his grown up life, when he will have a kid, and maybe a wife.

“Or a husband,” I said

“Mommy,” he replied, looking at me as if I were a complete idiot,I am going to be the husband.”

This is usually my cue to remind him that some boys grow up to fall in love with girls, but other boys grow up to fall in love with other boys, and that either one is wonderful. (I credit Dan Savage for that bit of wisdom. Yes, that Dan Savage.)  To which he usually replies, dismissively, “Mommy, I already know that.”

This time I didn’t, and I worried to Mr that maybe I should have, that maybe I wasn’t setting a good example, and maybe he was going to grow up to be a bigot, or maybe…

Maybe,” said my husband patiently, “Maybe he’s straight.” Oh, right. That’s a possibility.

But he is still wonderful.

Umpteenth reason why I love my husband: He’s so romantic.

Another post about ‘romance,’ then I promise to shut up about my marriage for a while. Tuesday night was the Valentine’s Day premier of Cougar Town, a fantastic show that Mr and I both enjoy. He made it Cougar Townhome from class in time for us to watch together (I know, romance): he with his statistics homework, me with my crocheting (I’m making another hat for Horsey. Don’t judge.)

SPOILERS FOR THE 3RD SEASON PREMIER OF COUGAR TOWN, AFTER THE JUMP.

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