Day 432

I wonder if there exists another relationship in the world where the Husband says he is trying to make up for buying his wife shoes.

Considered going to bed before nine; lasted until a little after ten. I am calling that a huge success.

Day 431

I am very happy this week is almost over. It has been one of those weeks. Despite the fact that bring plaguey has meant that we haven't been going out much, I am super excited for quiet home time. Mayhaps even time to bake Christmas cake...

Day 430

I might be having more fun with shoveling than I am supposed to. I still moan about having to do it... But I enjoy myself when I get out there. 

Also, it is fun when Husband and I do impression of how giant a jerk the other person is while sleeping. I giggle every time, even when I was the asshole.

Day 429

It's funny how I can have a miserable, crappy day and leave work feeling tired and discouraged... And start to feel better as soon as I see Husband.

Day 428

I don't think I can relate how glad it makes me that Husband finds my silliness hilarious and endearing rather than insane.

Day 427

I keep having these weird moments of 'Holy Crap, I'm an adult'. Getting married, buying a house, fixing plumbing and electrical in said house, passing out Halloween candy... You get the picture.

But today I was sick, or rather still sick, and I got a pile of stuff done around the house anyway. 

Jeez, I'm practically a mom...

(No prego)

Day 426

Today's division of labour:

Husband goes to the store to return the faucet that doesn't fit properly in the sink that we bought to replace a  leaky faucet. And also to buy bits to replace the bits that are probably making the faucet leak. And also to a different store to buy tomatoes for dinner.

While I shovel the sidewalk and driveway.

Then it transpires that it is not the type of faucet we thought it was, and the parts are totally useless. And when we put the faucet back together, it is leaking worse than before.

Soo...Husband goes back to the store to buy the part we do need, and I start making dinner. 

Husband returns with a new faucet because Home Depot doesn't carry the part for our crappy one, and he starts installing it while I keep making dinner. And then we leave dinner to simmer while I go help with the faucet (since my shoulders actually fit in the cupboard the previous owners decided aught to be used to hold a sink)... And then we finish installing the new faucet, throw out all the crap from the old one (including the cardboard the previous owners decided to stick in the holes in the counter that the PIPES USED TO CARRY WATER go through), and eat delicious, delicious dinner.

We also picked paint colours. 

Day 425

Today we had another installment of The Previous Owners of Our House Were Clearly Bananas - brought to by another ruddy trip to Home Depot.

In other news, we found out that Irish cream whippets are ludicrously good.

And tomorrow I will have nog for the first time in years - now with no egg, but a bunch of soy. Lets see if I notice.

Day 424

Hanging out with a three year old is excellent for providing perspective. We seem to grow up thinking outside the box all the damn time...and then lose it. 

Obviously there are some conventions that are important for people to learn, but wouldn't it be nice if we could keep a bunch of the outrageous ingenuity of children?

Day 423

Today I started writing my book again.

Day 422(b)

Apparently Husband thought I would have trouble with him poking me in the corner of the eye to get rid of mascara goo. He has so obviously never worn contacts it is hilarious.

Day 422

This might make me a bad person, but while I am totally okay with standing in line for several hours for the chance to shake hands with Chris Hadfield, when I find out I have the opportunity to hear a former prime minister speak (for free), my reaction is: but will there be cookies? Cause I'm not sure about this if there aren't cookies.

Also, working on choosing paint colours. Someday moderately soon, we won't have a pink spare oom and a ruddy salmon dining room.

Day 421

Ergmagherd! I rowed today!

Also, I don't think I have mentioned recently how much I love John Green.

I love John Green.

That is all.

Day 420

We have now shoveled snow for the first time at our new house. I did not start a snowball fight. 

Also, it has been a weekend of highly successful lazy cooking.

Quarantine ends after today, so we get to go to stores and breathe on people.

Day 419

One of those days of conversations about big life decisions  And also learning a new knitting stitch.

Day 418

Quarantine begins. Husband and I watch tv, burn cider onto the stove, smash Lego things, and Husband laughs at me while I get mad at knitting patterns I can't figure out. And then he brings me peanut butter marshmallow squares to make me less angry.

Day 417

Husband and I really need to stop licking doorknobs.

Day 416

Apparently mailing Nathan Fillion a scarf did not fulfill my fangirl quota for the week. So I made more scarves, and stood in line with my poor sick Husband for three hours to give them to Chris Hadfield. And also to get my book signed. And to get a handshake (or two!). 

Squeeeeeeeeee.......

Day 415

We now have two delicious sets of leftovers in the fridge. Not being lazy is awesome.

Also, we went and got Husband some mittens today (as gloves do not fit nicely over the bandaged fingers of his burned hand). Apparently wearing mittens is a novel experience for him; he was having fun doing jazz hands and spirit fingers. I can't wait until he's wearing a giant puffy coat with a hood, so his arms are kinda sticking out to the side and he has to do full body turns to look both ways to cross the street. Nothing makes you feel like a kid like mittens and not being able to see when you turn your head.

Day 414

Our habit of totally switching sleep schedules over the weekend does not get any better on long weekends. L'égo Batman 2 does not help. Neither does being compulsive.

Day 413

We have mandarin oranges and nougat in the house. Christmas is coming, Christmas is coming!

Day 412

Husband does not seem to accept my reasoning that I am a good wife, rather than the devil, because I am courteous enough to stop playing with his face once the lights are out.

Really the problem is that if he falls asleep with the light on, I get bored, and his face is the only thing close enough for me to see. Obviously I am going to play with it. How else will I know whether it is super irritating having the very tips of your eyelashes rubbed?

Day 411

Sometimes I am more thankful it is Friday than other days. This was one of those times. Look forward to posts about reading and sleeping. Potentially also nose-blowing and tea-drinking. We'll see.

Day 410

How to prepare for and attend a show (for olds):

Have a long, tiring, and grumpifying day at work. Bonus points for fire alarm testing or window pane replacement.

Realize that your planned meal won't work, and eat potstickers instead.

Fall asleep while watching the daily show (guest segment, obviously)

Put on two layers of socks.

Bring two books.

Bring ear plugs.

Text Husband (who is sitting beside you) about how much the opening act sucks.

Wonder about why one of the Gentlemen Husbands looks like a lady wife.

Read legal humour blog during the interval.

Be relieved when the person in front of you sits down, because it means you can also sit down and still see.

Laugh at the crazy lady's dancing. Seriously, if the wife half of the musical duo at a charismatic mass in a Catholic Church had a live child with Carleton of fresh prince...

Think up new rules for lighting designers that don't involve giving people seizures. 

Go home and go to bed because it is late o'clock.

Day 409

It's one of those days that I'm so stupid tired it's hard to think straight. So I'm just gonna go sleep now.

Day 408

Sometimes, you just fail at supporting your spouse. Today was one of those days.

Day 407

It's entirely possible that both of us got distracted by the legal humour blog today.

Also... Tiny coffee date at Starbucks today. Don't worry; since we both had to get back to work immediately, I made sure to cram in a bunch of gross mushy stuff like hand holding. 

Day 406

More legal humour blog, yard work (consisting of raking leaves, dismantling the gazebo, and mutilating a globe cedar), and ham. 

Also: ham.

Day 405

A couple days ago I made a joke about how maybe law school might not have been too stressful for me after all... Mostly because my current program is driving me up the wall. And this morning I got distracted for a couple hours reading a legal humour blog; that has never happened with accounting. I actually spent more time looking at this blog than Husband did. 

Also, we apparently decided to opt for an extra hour of Lego Batman 2 rather than an extra hour of sleep. Goddamn Batman.

Day 404

Friday night for champions: 

Pick up an unreasonably large number books from the library

Go to Home Depot to get leaf bags; debate getting teak oil and Martha Stewart Christmas decorations; leave with a big bucket.

Pick up donairs, because who wants to cook on a Friday (aside from us, a lot of the time).

Get distracted by the Internet

Lego Batman 2 + Halloween candy

...and then repeat the last one until the game has frozen one too many times and you are tired to want to restart the level.