It all began with an innocent shopping trip to Merle Hay Mall. I was in one of my rare moods. In the car, I forced Brian to have a discussion with me on why men don't find romance important in a marriage. After some efforts at updating Brian's "look", I also purchased a few new duds, managing to drop a load on stuff I really didn't need - but wanted nonetheless. We needed a few birthday cards so we hit Hallmark. I read the Spanish birthday cards to Brian out loud, complete with my attempt at a Spanish accent. He was horrified. This is a handy trick to make any husband shop FAST. I had success at Burlington Coat Factory and found the perfect dress for Lisa's wedding - exactly what I was looking for - spent a whopping $19.98 on it. This won me my husband's undying affection and his tolerance of me going to Hobby Lobby (right next door) for all of 30 minutes.
Our shopping trips are amusing beyond words. Its constant bargaining.
J - If I get this sweater then I will put the purse back.
B - Why don't you just put them both back?
J - No, that's not how we play this game. Work with me.
B - Put the purse and the earrings back and you get the sweater.
J - What if I put the purse and ONE of the earrings back? Then do I get the sweater?
J - Wait! Where are you going? Why are you rolling your eyes at me?
See, its amusing!
We bought new register covers and went to work on installing them. Of course this called for inspection of the cleanliness of our ducts. Long story short I found 51 cents in one of the vent/duct thingies. Brian performed the role of husband by reaching his hand amongst the webs and dust ickiness to retrieve the funds. After digging it out, he vacuumed them clean. (I wish I could have seen the look on your face when you read that). Here's the thing about vacuuming coins - you have to be careful. After all this effort to retrieve and clean the 51 cents - we now have only 26 cents in our pockets. But my vacuum is worth no less than 25 cents.
He was actually a fantastic sport this weekend. Anyone else would have been annoyed beyond words at all my weirdness, but he seemed to actually (brace yourself) enjoy my company!!! Could it be that he is ~gasp~ getting used to me!? Even on Sunday when we sat in the squeaky pew he stopped his constant fidgeting when I told him to sit still - he didn't bat an eye. I'm amazed, alarmed and perplexed by this all at the same time.
The point of all this jibber-jabber is this - for supper on Saturday we wanted something fast so we went to Burger King. (For those of you who know Brian, you may have to read this three times.) I told him I was hungry so he should supersize everything, then I laughed hysterically. Much to my surprise, and glee, he returned with supersized drinks, supersized fries and double cheeseburgers. I looked at him with the same awe that I had when he brought home a Reese's Pieces blizzard last weekend (which he fought for). My heart skipped a beat. He's a keeper.
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k, no offense, but even I don't like to supersize stuff
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