You know when you’re trying to open your chocolate pudding and the foil cover splits in half? I hate that. I wind up having to stick my finger in the pudding so I can peel back the uncooperative portion. Then of course I lick the pudding from my finger (waste not want not, people) leaving it vaguely chocolaty and sticky. So hours later after my hand has brushed across my clothes numerous times, that one finger is covered in all kinds of lint and looks like a mossy piece of fruit someone should dispose of. Seriously, that foil lid has a severe design flaw.
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I’ll concede the title is a bit much.
Let’s move on…
A Valentine’s Day scribbling:
We’re young.
We spend our money on Wrestling Pay-Per-Views and DVD’s. We go to movies and text friends about them. We MySpace. We lie in bed all day putting off laundry and paying bills. We don’t open mail. We quit jobs because they suck while having nothing else lined up. We watch cartoons and complain about dialogue. We talk about our childhood like it’s so far behind us. We feel old sometimes, like we know it all.
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One of the good things about being married (so far anyway) is the different perspective your partner can potentially offer. And I say “potentially” in case you are a part of one of those twosomes that ALWAYS agrees on everything…. if you are, just know that I’m not sure if I should despise you or feel creeped out.
I offer you an example:
I’ve been a football fan for the past year. I root for the San Francisco Forty-Niners a.k.a the NINERS a.k.a The Fuckin NINERS (yeah, 2007 was not our year). To prove my fandom I bought a Jersey, a DVD of their complete history, and a book that explains football. Cuz c’mon, you can’t be a fan and NOT understand the game. ah ha!
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