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."


Brock, while watching ESPN:

"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!"


"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?"


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?"


"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."


  1. Between story 2 and 3, I can't choose a favorite... both are classics!

  2. I love how you can always make me smile! You oldyweds you! :) Story three was a classic by all standards!


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