but it is totally WORTH it! 🙂
1. I drive Hubby to the airport ALL.THE.TIME.
2. I actually made dinner tonight…and it wasn’t cereal…but it was cereal-like.
3. I am getting up to workout even on my furlough days…1 month and counting!
4. I did my dishes after dinner!
5. I did laundry.
6. I managed to play Dr. Mario against the Japanese….but they are too good. I cried.
7. I didn’t kill Hubby yesterday even though he was being a brat!
8. I don’t have to go to work tomorrow!
9. Hubby is headed somewhere where it is going to snow and I am wearing shorts and flip flops; I will be torturing him with my text messages.
10. I am going to lounge around tomorrow.
Do I get a gold star now?
I enjoy a good basketball like everyone else, and March Madness time is just plain fun. Especially when you have teams you love. Since we already established, that I am an AZ WILDCAT fanatic, I am pretty excited to root for my Cats.
But yesterday, at lunch, I had my first real encounter with a real-life march madness team! And what did I do…I made a complete.fool.of.myself.
Eh, at least I am memorable, right? 🙂
So, I am standing in line when I notice 4 really tall guys wearing basketball shorts. When they turn around and they are all wearing shirts that say UCONN. I immediately text Hubby.
ME: Is UCONN playing HERE?
Hubby’s text: Yes
Whoa! This is so cool. So I decide I should talk to the UCONN boys, I mean I LIVED there one year ago. We are practically family, right?
Walking over cooly
Me: Hey, do you guys play for UCONN? (forget the fact that they are all practically wearing the EXACT.SAME.OUTFIT.)
Boys (looking at me like I speak Japanese–which I don’t, btw): Yea
Me: Cool. I used to live there.
I casually walk away (obviously not a genius day)
I then told this story to Hubby. His response:
DUH. They were all wearing UCONN shirts.
HERE’S YOUR SIGN.
Another long day at work done. WOO HOO.
As you can tell, after a long day at work…my genius brain is practically all used up. So in order to keep the spark alive, I try and woo Hubby, but alas it doesn’t work.
Me: Wanna smell my feet?
Hubby: No. Not really.
Me: The shoes I wore today really make them smell. In fact (as I lift my feet to my nose and grimace) they REALLY smell. Smell them!
Me: Don’t you love me? It is part of your job, as a HUBBY, to do things that your wifey says, even if you don’t like them.
Hubby: No it isn’t.
Me: Yea it is! It is in the I-got-married-and-now-what rulebook. It defines the rules that Husbands have to perform in order to keep their cute wifeys!
Hubby: What about the rulebook for wifeys?
Me: There isn’t one. Wifey’s are perfect JUST.THE.WAY.THEY.ARE.
UPDATE: I succeeded in shoving my feet in Hubby’s face. He looked like he might vomit.
Hubby: Those feet smell HORRIBLE. GEEZ
Me: I even febreezed them!
Hubby: You febreezed your feet?
Hubby: Are you sure you didn’t miss?
Ain’t love grand?
How come we can get any other type of bill, magazine, or begging letter for donations from Yale, but for some reason our W-2’s can’t seem to make their way out to us?
And when Hubby calls them we get these types of conversations:
Yale Accounts Payable (AP) Person: How can I help you?
Hubby: We haven’t received our W-2’s yet, can you tell us if you have the correct address?
AP Yale Person: Hmmm uh looks like the only address we have is for Hamden, CT.
Hubby(incredulous since we have only changed or address with them a MILLION times, but who’s counting): But we haven’t lived there for 2 years!
Note: We lived our last year in CT in Branford, CT.
AP Yale Person: Hmmm well, guess we can send them out to you guys.
Hubby: Yea, that’d be great!
Two weeks and counting and they still aren’t here…..but we did receive some lovely magazines….all addressed to our current address, as well as numerous “please give us money” letters. Hmmmm how very strange, very strange indeed.
SO, the parents were visiting last weekend. And I was explaining the NOT IT rules to them, which made them laugh. Actually, Hubby and I were having a standoff in regards to the vomit by our bed. See why.
After explaining the rule, while we all watched Hubby clean up the vomit, I learned of the way my parentals dealt with the NOT IT rule way back when (yea, they are old school); it’s weird that they were that clever back in the day.
Dad (talking to Hubby): Ugh I know all to well what it is like to clean up cat puke.
Mom (under her breath): pshaw.
Dad: Yea, I usually had your mom clean up the vomit because I don’t know how.
Me: HA HA HA HA! What do you mean?
Dad: Well, your mother knows what special products to use on the carpet so it wouldn’t stain. I didn’t. So, it was better that she do it.
Me: 1. I don’t believe that and 2. I am going to use that now too!
Hubby: Don’t give her ANY more ideas!
And that, dear readers, is NOT it old school style.