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I thought that when you got married you automatically could finish each others thoughts and sentences. Wait, whaaaaa... you mean that two people who get married can't read each others minds? I had no idea.
Can I share with you a funny example from Friday night?
As soon as I get done student teaching on Fridays, I come home and veg. I usually red box a movie, bake something delicious and exploding in calories, and lay on the couch snuggled up in my favorite quilt. It's heavenly. It's the best way to spend my friday afternoons while Brad is still in Corvallis. He usually gets home from Corvallis around 9 on Fridays. This last Friday, I baked some delicious chocolate chip cookies. I thought... If only I had some ice cream to go with these gooey cookies. Sooo... I call Brad, and ask him if he can pick up some ice cream to go with the cookies.
As soon as he walks in the door, he says, "Babe, I got some chocolate peanut butter ice cream!"
Me, "Oh babe, you did? I thought you would get vanilla ice cream, considering I baked cookies to go in the ice cream. Doesn't vanilla make more sense?"
Hubs, "You just said ice cream. I can't read your mind."
Me, "Yes, but I said ice cream with baked cookies. Wouldn't chocolate peanut butter hinder the delicious gooey cookie taste?"
Hubs, "No. I don't think it would. I didn't realize it was such a big deal. I'm going back to Fred Meyer and exchanging it for vanilla."
Me, "Don't be ridiculous. You're not going back, it's late, and that's just silly."
Hubs, "You are the one being ridiculous. I'm leaving, and exchanging the chocolate peanut butter for vanilla. French or bean?"
Me, "No! You are being so ridiculous! Don't go back to the store."
Hubs, "French or bean?"
Me, "Ughhhh, are you serious? You're not serious. It's only ice cream."
Hubs, "Yes, but I want you to enjoy your cookies. And, apparently you can't with chocolate peanut butter ice cream.
Me, "Sure I can. I love chocolate peanut butter ice cream."
Hubs, "Well, now I want vanilla."
Me, "Seriously? Why are we so crazy?"
Hubs, "We're not crazy, we just have particular taste buds."
Me, "Nooo, we're crazy. We're weird."
Hubs, "Well, yeah. But I like weird."
Me, "Okay, well hurry home, so we can be even weirder and watch documentaries on Friday night like every other 20-somethings in America. Gosh we are weird."
He went to the store, exchanged it for vanilla ice cream, and we enjoyed a delicious bowl of chocolate chip cookies and vanilla ice cream. Oh, and we watched a great documentary.











