“Listen, I love you, but you’re a plant killer. It’s what you do. It’s a good thing our children won’t need to photosynthesize.”
“But I photosynthesize! Think of how much sun I have to have to make enough chlorophyll!”
James walks in the kitchen and finds me licking dried soup out of a pot.
“I think we need more pictures of what we really look like, or our kids will think we were actually cool all the time. “
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Pointed look from husband to my ratty flannel pants, slippers, and soup covered face. But seriously, food is so much better out of the pan it was cooked in. We can’t stop eating this pumpkin gooey cake straight from the pan…preferably in bed.
” I think our fridge is really…taking shape. But when does our house stop being a shrine to our wedding photos?
“When I get tired of them.”
“When will that be?”
And a couple special words of wisdom from this past weekend from James:
“You know what you never see anyone doing on The Bachelor? READING A BOOK.”
“Sometimes marriage is less fun than a tree fort.”
^^The final phrase of his accusation that I am secretly stealing his pillow and changing it out for a different one each evening while he is taking off his glasses. Really he’s just mad that I am refusing to let him sleep with all the shams. I guess in his tree fort days he could sleep with any pillow he wanted. ^^