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Thinking twice
So, after that last post (for the record, I am not in love with Tim Tebow—see the comments section for the real story), I told Ryan I was definitely having second thoughts about giving him admin access to the blog.
His reply: I am glad you are thinking twice about it. My job is to make you think twice about everything.
Everything, Ryan?
Tebow Lover
I have come to the conclusion that my sleepy-head wife loves Tim Tebow more than me. It’s hard to argue. After all he is athletic, smart, Heisman winner, and has one national championship to date. All these things considered, I was still surprised when Jenn said that her favorite husband was Tebow.
Jenn and I found a new favorite game, which consists of asking what the other person’s favorite this and that is (in case you are wondering Jenn’s favorite color is clear, her favorite food is also clear and her favorite color of water is, surprisingly… clear!) Anyways, the other night, while I was getting dinner ready, Jenn fell asleep. After about 15 minutes I thought I should wake her up so she would be able to edit later on. In order to keep her awake, I thought I would play her favorite game with her. As mentioned before, much to my surprise, when asked who her favorite husband was (I was surprised it wasn’t clear) she said Tebow. I did double check and ask again. She only reaffirmed that he was in fact her favorite husband.
Needless to say, I am no Tebow but second to Tebow is nothing to be ashamed of.
The way I like it…
One of the best parts of my day is when Ryan finally gets home from work. He seeks me out and gives me big hugs and then we’ll snuggle on the cuddlebag or the bed. And even though we email and text throughout the day, he still asks me about my day. It’s a chance to vent and laugh and decompress and just enjoy being back together. It’s awesome.
As an added bonus, both our brains are a bit fried by this point in the day and we (mostly Ryan) end up saying things that (while only mildly funny at any other time) have us laughing until it hurts. Like yesterday…
Ryan: So how was your day today?
Me: Well, work was miserable, but home is spectacular.
Ryan: That’s the way I like it. [Pause] Wait…
Morning dialog
R: Are you ready?
J: Oh, I was born ready.
R: No, the only thing you knew how to do when you were born is suck.
…
J: Wow, thanks.
Listening ears
Sometimes when we talk, Ryan does this thing. This thing where you can tell that there’s no one at the other end of the communication channel, where you feel like you can start saying anything and he’ll nod or say “uh huh.” (Full disclosure: this is something I do too. But I’m not talking about me. I’m talking about Ryan.) Normally this gets on my nerves. However, when he tries to respond as if he’d been listening all the time, he’ll usually say things that end up making me laugh.
Here’s the most recent example. I was telling him a mundane story about how I’d forgotten to do something. I could tell he was starting to zone, so I wrapped up the story by saying, “So, I’m kind of retarded.”
He responds in an understanding tone, “Yeah, I can tell.”
I never knew I misspoke so often
Me: My nose made a hungry sound.
Him: Your nose made a hungry sound?
Me: Yeah. My nose stomach made a hungry sound.
Him: Well if your nose is hungry, you should feed it.
Me: I meant my stomach.
Him: Well you said your nose.
Me: (Giving in.) Okay. So what do you feed noses?
Him: Skittles.
