Paper Heart

I watched Paper Heart last night with The Husband and thought it was very cute. I noticed that throughout the majority of the movie I was smiling. It put me in a mood to post a scene from my own life's love story. Would it be ok if I told mine?

It started like this The Husband's younger brother left on a mission while I was in England with Jada.

I missed everything. The talk in church. Food at the house on Robin Lane. The send off. I knew that The Husband was close to his younger brother, so when I got back to the states I called The Husband to see how he fared. Here is a bit of the dialogue.

The Husband: So is this your cell phone?
Me: Yes.
The Husband: Great, I have your number now.
Me: Ya
The Husband: Now I can call you.
Me: Sure

And he did. A few days later while I was running. I missed the call and when I dailed in to check my voice mail I heard something to the effect of this.

"So there is this guy in the car next to me with the worst mullet I've ever seen. Singing as loud as he can to some stupid Bon Jovi song with his windows down. Unbelievable"

He thought I would know it was him I suppose, but I didn't. I had to listen to the message several times to figure it out.

At least I can wear jeans

On the third day of Christmas, I went back to work.

I'll miss The Peanut and her naughty brother. Is it too smug of me to think that the person who gets to care for her while I am at work is lucky, or rather that anybody who gets to hold her all day long is the luckiest person on the planet? Too much?

Watch this.

From the land where palm trees grow

My son says "kelly-kel - lee -key- me-key-maka".

It's Hawaii's way to say Merry Christmas to you.

I've got nothing to say but it's ok.

Dear Blog,

I have nothing to say to you. If I have a few minutes to myself I am using them to take a shower or do my hair. I haven't had a clever thought in months. The funniest thing that happened to me lately was yesterday when my 3-year old son said the following:

"W you think you're so great".

I know Blog, it wasn't his original thought. I know he is quoting a bit from They Might Be Giants Here Come The ABCs. Yes that makes me wonder if he watches too much TV.

Two days ago the 3-year old swore. He did it with a German accent too. He did it in front of Grandma. The other Grandma, the one that gave birth to The Husband. Is that a funny story, Blog? Would that make you happy? I'd be exposing my horrible parenting to all three of my readers.

Or what if I wrote about my funny Mother-in-Law? What if I detailed how she makes me do pilates now? Pilates hurt. Or should I say pilates hurts, with an 's'? Hmmm.

As you can see Blog, I've nothing to write about. I'm sorry.