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It Wasn’t Me

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Anyone remember this song?

Well, apparently, it is Fiancé’s new saying. As if it was 2001 and I didn’t hear it enough then.

WHY DID YOU EAT MY REESE’S CUP?!
It wasn’t me.

OMG! You got me sick!!
It wasn’t me.
O really, then who was it?
Jeremy*

What is so hard about flushing the toilet?
It wasn’t me.

Is it really so hard to put your glass in the sink, let alone the dishwasher?
It wasn’t me.

Perhaps I should just take it back a few more years and reply to him with, “Girls just wanna have fun!”

*Jeremy is our live-in ghost. A blog about him will come soon enough.

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I Don’t Understand the Male Brain

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It seems that every time I crawl into bed, post Fiancé, I find myself a gift on either my pillow or right below it. And, of course, the only way that I find this gift is by whacking either my head or shoulder on it. What is it, you might ask?

The remote to the television, duh.

Some might say, “Why on Earth would he put the remote there?” But, this is a question I have been asking myself and my Fiancé since I have moved in. Especially once you see this lovely picture/diagram that I took/made for you. (Click it to enlarge).

You see that star? That is his side of the bed. I have placed the remote in one of his prime locations, on top of my pillows.

Notice the giant, annoying, hot pink rectangles? Look what is inside of those rectangles.

IT IS HIS NIGHTSTAND! Now, can some sane person please explain to me why Fiancé continues to place the remote control on my pillow, or just under it, when I have asked him multiple times to PUT IT ON HIS NIGHTSTAND?

No, seriously, I would love a valid explanation.

At Least He Makes Me Laugh

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So I spent the majority of Sunday painting with Fiancé. It really started to feel like it was never going to end (but it thankfully has) and I started to get a little on the short tempered side. In my defense, the painting started a month ago.

Needless to say, I often believe Fiancé enjoys pushing my buttons sometimes because he wants attention like a 5 year old. I may or may not do the same thing.

Don’t judge us. We’re strange people, as you are really about to find out.

Naturally we started to bicker. About what, I have absolutely no idea. So basically it was the most important thing ever. But, it somehow ended with me saying something like, “I don’t laugh at your jokes anymore” and he replied with a, “You sometimes do.”

Now don’t get me wrong, Fiancé is a funny, funny man. That is something that I absolutely love about him. Even when I am mad at him I often have to suppress the laughter. And this is becoming even harder now that he is actually physically in front of me all of the time (I was at OSU last year when he moved up here last year).

And yet again, there went another moment of foreshadowing. If only I had the book on my life to prepare myself.

We continued on for awhile, maybe at least 10-20 minutes when I started to say something and looked up at him.

And then I saw it. Midsentence.

I stopped talking and literally just stared, with my mouth open like “uhh….what?!” And then I finally found my voice. “What. The. Hell…”

And then it starts. The crazy, “OMG take me to a psych ward, I am about to lose it, I am going to marry a crazy person, HELP ME” laugh. At this point Fiancé just loses it and starts to laugh, “See! I can still make you laugh!!”

Folks, Fiancé had taken the yellow paint we were using and placed a dot on each of his man nipples. Who does that?

Apparently he does.

And then I took my paint brush and painted a small stroke on his chest.

Yeah, I have a feeling we will be just fine in this thing called marriage.

P.S. I am going to Maryland for the weekend for my cousins wedding. We are driving the whole way there with my parents, Fiancé, my sister, and her 7 week old son. I’m sure I’ll be back with some awesome stories-since the usual trip will take much longer because of my nephew. Be back on Tuesday.