Sure, Brock and I don't have kids or a mortgage yet, but I think that if 3.5 years as spouses and students doesn't qualify us for oldywed status, the three conversations we had this morning do.
***
Brock, as he comes bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen (I was reading through emails):
(Sarcastically): "What? Is that crackling bacon I hear?!"
Me, apathetically: "Nope."
***
"Y'know, if I wasn't Mormon, I would go to Alabama . . . because they got some HOT cheerleaders."
"If you weren't Mormon? How about if you weren't married?!"
"Yeah well that's implied in my not being Mormon."
"Sure . . . "
"Oh, please honey! You have a picture of George Clooney on your laptop!"
"It's GEORGE CLOONEY."
"Yeah, and it's the ALABAMA CHEERLEADERS."
***
Brock, as he was walking out the door to go volunteer at the MTC. (I had previously made known my intention to spend a couple hours cleaning the house):
"Hey, honey? Do me a favor and save the laundry and dishes for me, will ya?"
"Okay."
A pause.
" . . . that response came too quickly . . . without laundry and dishes you pretty much have nothing to do, huh? Hmm. I should have started lower. Can I rescind my first offer?"
"Nope."
"Dang it. Fine, then c'mere and gimme a kiss before I go."
We kiss. But Brock has really nice lips (and he's doing the laundry and dishes) so I tack on another. Which he takes as a sign to tack on more himself. He starts pulling me in the direction of the bedroom.
Me, crumpling to the floor: "NOO!! I DIDN'T ASK FOR THIS!!!"
Brock: "Alright, alright, fine! You kind of smell anyway."
Between story 2 and 3, I can't choose a favorite... both are classics!
ReplyDeleteI love how you can always make me smile! You oldyweds you! :) Story three was a classic by all standards!
ReplyDelete