Day 464

It turns we can see the fireworks from our spare room window.

WE ARE NEVER LEAVING THE HOUSE AGAIN.

Day 463

Started a learning German program, went on the erg, knit, and did actual stretching.

Also decided that it is too cold to take out the recycling... And the tree. 

But that means I get to keep the tree for a while longer. Which makes me happy. I somehow wasn't thinking that getting a real tree would mean having to say goodbye to said tree.

Day 462

Shovelling snow makes me feel remarkably accomplished. I hope I remember that tomorrow when my muscles are angrier than usual.

Day 461

The weather (and more specifically the driving conditions) was so terrible today all plans to leave the house were cancelled. We've been revelling in the glory of an unscheduled free day - which we mostly spent playing video games. And a bit of reading. 

Why bother shovelling yourself out on Saturday when Sunday is just around the corner? It's only going to be -30...

Day 460

Errands go much faster when you are trolling your Husband the whole time. And the sooner you finish errands, the sooner you can eat tacos and play Lego batman!

Day 459

Trying to reset brains and stomachs. A quiet day of relaxing and a dinner composed of basically all veggies and no salt.

Also watched Goldeneye. It has not aged well.

Day 458

Came home from our eleventy jillionth day of celebrating Christmas, and just around our tree for a while. Peace at last!

Day 457

This is our first Christmas in our new house and our second Christmas as a married couple. Now if I can just get in several days of sleeping, I think I will be ready for it.

Day 456

FRIENDMAS!!! I never need to eat again.

Also, we have an awesome group of friends.

Day 455

I love coming home from vacation and getting to sleep in my own bed. Not so excited to go to work bright and early tomorrow morning.

Day 454

The Ravensberger puzzle challenge continues.

Day 453

I love cooking and baking with Husband. He's always up for making whatever crazy things I come up with. My sister and I decided we wanted to try goat... So a few days ago I spent some time finding recipes online, read through them with Husband... And then tonight we whipped up a curried goat stew without looking at any of them. And then we made St Lucia rolls. Because what else are you going to do on a Friday night?

Day 452

One million puzzles and Veronica Mars.

Day 451

It's never too early for hilarious Santa.

Day 450

Christmas shopping, the hunt for the dark chocolate orange, decorating a poor anemic looking tree with very silly decorations, cooking a goose, cooking stuffing, eating entirely too much,  laughing with tiny, bright, and hilarious children, and finishing a scarf. Sooo... New Years is next, right?

Day 449

Baking, more baking, and dismantling a goose whom we have named Duck Duck.

Day 448

I have super hilarious nieces and nephew. And you throw one nerf gun into the mix and magic happens.

Day 447

Made a couch fort. If you're looking for me sometime over the next few days, I will be in my couch fort.

Day 446

Flying on Friday the 13th meant fairly empty flight ridiculously delayed by a pile of small things. So very tired.

Day 445

Got a good belly workout while babysitting because I was laughing so hard. Who knew Husband's face is a basketboard?

Day 444

Today was one of those strange days where there is a lot of super awesome... And then a dash of frustration and a pile of rage. 

I need to get better at taking deep breaths and letting things go sooner. 

In other news, totally failing at remembering what was in our fridge and pantry actually worked out today. We ended up throwing a bunch of random things together that we wouldn't have ordinarily... And it was quite tasty. So go Team Suck.

Day 443

Finally decorated the tree (without any nun assistance), and did our last online order for Christmas shopping. I'm beginning to feel almost organized. 

I've even started a list of the things I want to bake!

Day 442

It is that time of year... When a foodie's thoughts turn to baked goods and large fowl. 

I think I've spent more time looking at cookbooks than I did on my wish list...

Day 441

Apparently I have decided that instead of taking classes, I should just knit full time instead.

Nothing like a nun decorated Christmas tree in the house to make you feel unaccomplished.

Day 440

Our tree arrived today, and our house now reeks of Christmas.

Also, I showed Husband how to make a custom vibration tone for his phone, so now he is learning morse code. Because Science.

Day 439

Two Things about Husband's office Cheistmas party:

1. Did not cause any riots during the gift exchange this year. Kinda missed the riots.

2. I think I would pretty happily love off cheese balls if it weren't for the farts .

Day 438

Very nearly four year olds: curing nasty cases of the Dunwannas since probably forever.

Day 437

When your hermit-ey neighbour comments that you don't seem to get out much, that might be when you should realize that they are not the hermit-ey neighbour.

Day 436

I finally caved and said we could get new phones (our contract only expired two months ago...).

I just acted like I was about to take Husband 's picture, and instead turned the flashlight on in his face.

I think I like my new phone.

Day 435

Today Husband and I bought our first Christmas tree. Then we came home, looked at the living room and went "Hmm... I guess we're moving some furniture."

Day 434

Re-wrote the little drummer boy to be less obnoxious. It involves poking Husband with my thumbs... To the chorus of "thumb thumb thumb thumb thumb".

Still less obnoxious.

Day 433

In our apartment, there was really only one good place to sit and hang out. Which means that if Husband or I were sitting and reading, or gaming, or watching tv, we were in the same room. 

In our house, however, there are lots of good places for sitting around. Now it is possible to both be home all day and not really see each other. It is weird times. 

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.

Day 403

It is weird being old enough to be handing out candy at your own house. You'd think I'd be used to the 'your own house' business by now, but apparently not. 

Also, several kids said 'Thank you sir' at Husband. Number one, it is crazypants that Husband is a sir. They have obviously not seen him pretending to be a crab. Or a dinosaur. Or participating in any of my happy dances. Number two: how polite are the kids in this neighbourhood? Even the older kids were super polite and respectful. 

Strangeness all around, really.

Also, I got Husband to come up to bed by telling him he could read his book and that I'd promise not to talk to him. He's almost finished a John Green book, so not letting him finish would pretty much just be inhumane.

Day 402

Got a visit from the Halloween Fairy! So even though we are failboats, our house is still ready for Halloween. 

My brain just made a jump from Halloween Fairy to Tooth Fairy... Thinking about leaving gross, cavity-ridden teeth that have fallen out under your pillow so you can get moar candy...

Yep, that is getting renamed the Halloween Decoration Fairy.

Day 401

Today did not go well.

Mostly, anyway. We did try another pumpkin recipe, which was a success. And I've now hit enough overtime that I managed to put a dent in my backlog. Small victories.

Day 400

For our 400th dayiversary, we received our present to each other: an ERRRRRRRG.

I also discovered that if you are dumb enough to buy something at Superstore, and then leave at the store... they will still give it to you. Apparently they keep a book of stuff people leave behind. When I called to ask if something could be done, they just added my thing into the book, and then I got to saunter into the store and grab a new one. And, you know, stand in line a bunch. Magic!

Husband gets a pile of points for driving me around to stores that I am too dumb to buy things in properly, and also for bringing me dinner because I was too cold and tired and feeling like ass to help (microwave leftovers).

Did I mention we swapped out the haunted microwave for our old one from Edmonton? It's nice not having to use a haunted microwave.

Naps.

Day 399

I had a post that was pretty much about me being a giant squid of anger. And then the blogger app ate that post... And now I am some kind of behemoth squid of anger.

Turns out I failed at shopping yesterday, and will have to go do it again tomorrow. I expect their will be more inky rage.

Day 398

Haircut, shopping, shopping, shopping, shopping, shopping, shopping, alias date with seester, Lego batman 2.

Might have fallen asleep during Lego batman.

Also, Husband may be the only person who can take me for that much shopping without dying,

Day 397

Sometimes, Husband and I have ridiculously hilarious conversations that just cannot be repeated on the Internet. For people not in this marriage, you're missing out.

Day 396

Today was the consecutive day of seriously rage-inducing work. Because My Husband and friends are awesome, this meant that I had an evening of delicious pizza, pricy booze, The League, and John Green.

And yes, the new house rule has already been broken. But does it really still count if you're at someone else's house?

Day 395

With the changing weather, Husband and I are both having trouble with migraines. Fluorescent lights give both of us trouble... Which means its either time to start making dinner early, or time to learn to cook in the dark.

Day 394

New house rule: no John Green videos after 9:30 on school nights.

Day 393

Things about today:

1. Naps. I desperately need them.

2. Turns out we only have enough bucket to rake a fairly small part of the yard at once.

3. Alias Skype date with my sister = awesome.

4. Oh god more naps.

Day 392

So Husband and I bought a pumpkin last week so we could roast it and toss some puree in the freezer for use in baking. I want to do this with a few pumpkins so I have pumpkin for months. This was clearly a genius plan.

Until of course we couldn't cut the ruddy thing in half to roast it. We tried slicing and stabbing... we tried all sorts of different knives... nothing. So finally this happened:

Which, with a little effort, was much more successful!

So then we roasted the pumpkin halves. One at a time, because it turns out the pumpkin was too big to put both in one baking dish. 

And then, after I scooped out all the inside.... this happened:

Still trying to figure out what to do with it. I am convinced that it will be amazing for something or other. No idea what.

In other, related news: Curried Coconut Pumpkin Soup! Because after buying a 2kg bag of coconut at Costco, we pretty much have to put it in everything.

Day 391

So I turned 27 today (if you stretch the meaning of today to acknowledge the 'I'm still awake so its still today' theory of time). This seems sort of like an absurdly large number. I seem to be swiftly approaching dinosaur age (aka 30, as I like to tease Husband). 

So we ran a couple errands, including such important things as picking up a hold at the library, going to Costco, and getting my birthday present. But mostly we sat around the house and read books and watched tv and ate pizza. And drank wine. And stared dreamily at John Green, wondering why he is not my friend already. Or our friend, since Husband apparently also has this problem. We both have a monumental friend crush on John Green. There needs to be a better word for that. 

Anyway, Birthday Intravaganza = Success.

Now we just have to try to make our sleep schedule slightly less bass-ackwards before Monday.

Day 390

Got distracted watching vlogbrothers videos, which led us to the 'in your pants' game. And then we just wandered around the house looking at book titles and adding 'in your pants' to the end of them. Because that is what adults do.

Great Expectations...

Choke...

Fortress of Solitude...

Our Mutual Friend...

The Virgin Cure...

Day 389

It's nice being married to someone who understands why you needed to hang the curtains on the curtain rod instead of just laying them out flat, even though you ended up being late for work.

Compulsives, unite!

Day 388

A few days ago, Husband reminded me of a Christmas song I made up last year that I had totally forgotten about. I suspect he forgot how annoyingly often I was singing it then; he certainly remembers now.

It's not too early to get amped up about Christmas, is it?

What if it's your first year in a new house and you get to have your very first Christmas tree all of your own that is actually made out of tree, rather than green paper and foam roller?

Thought so.

Let it Santa, Let it Santa, Let it Santa!

Day 387

It is such a wonderful thing to make too much food so that there is (mostly) healthy food sitting waiting for you in the fridge when you feel like ass. 

YAY LEFTOVERS!!!

Day 386

Introducing The Trophy With the Golden Gun, Friendsgiving, kittens, and silliness.

Like holding cherry tomatoes for ransom kind of silliness. 

On a related note, it is an excellent day to go to bed early.

Day 385

Today Husband gave me what was potentially the shortest driving lesson of all time. It ended very shortly after it started, when I slammed on the brakes to avoid driving into my parents' car.

I'm calling it a success.

Day 384

When you live in an apartment building, or in a house with other people, it is understood that you should avoid being obnoxiously loud. You keep your music to believably loud levels, you try to avoid screaming matches, you don't smash things, etc. 

Moving into our own house means we don't have to follow those rules anymore. As long as we aren't bothering people IN A TOTALLY DIFFERENT BUILDING - we're fine! It's a whole new ballgame. So we've been enjoying hollering at each other around the house (which is kinda weird - the idea that the other person could be on a totally different floor... And on a floor sufficiently remote that they can't hear you - is just bananas.), and making weird noises, and singing and dancing and stomping. 

Having guests in the house means we have to be civil again, and pay attention to the fact that other people are sleeping, and may want to keep sleeping.

All of this to say that I now have to tell Husband to use his library voice, because his idea of an indoor voice is not dissimilar to what other people use as their outdoor voice.

It almost works.

Day 383

So getting married felt pretty damn grown up. And then buying a house felt even more grown up. Buying a shit-ton of stuff for your house at the hardware store even more so. Having a thunderstorm start and thinking 'Oh no! We haven't cleaned the eaves!' is even more ridiculously grown up.

But the strangest, most grown up one might be having people stay in your house, in an actual spare room, with an actual bed. 

This is seriously blowing my mind.

Day 382

Suddenly, migraine.

That is all.

Day 381

We have suddenly become grownups! We have a spare oom, with a bed in it and everything!

Also, I jokingly told Husband not to pull a me when he tossed his hoodie in a bush. (I once left my jacket -with my cell phone and keys in the pockets- in a bush in front of Klinic on Broadway). 

Yep. He totally pulled a me.

Day 380

Apparently unpacking books and DVDs is a much better way of preparing for your parents coming to visit than washing the floors or assembling the bed they're going to be sleeping on. And yes, I do mean "assembling" rather than "making". 

On the plus side... BOOKS!!!

Husband and I can't help smiling when we pass the newly-filled shelves. Apparently a house is not a home until the books come out.

In other news, I would encourage everyone to shove this in their faces: http://ohsheglows.com/2011/01/31/15-minute-creamy-avocado-pasta/

Day 379

1. Almost broke Husband with the invention of the "Find-ey Genie Dance". Which of course comes with its own little song.

2. Went to the store to pick up stuff for dinner; bought more of two things we already had and neglected to buy the one thing we didn't have. We almost had a problem with dinner looking a little low.

3. Have filled one bookshelf with books. Finally, finally, finally! My little friends are coming out of their boxes.

4. By the power of t-wok, we are more steps closer to being ready for my parents' visit. Moderate Success!

Day 378

Went out to the garage to get supplies for one fixing job, and the doorknob for the garage door came off in my hand. 

Doesn't this house know that I am trying to get things ready for my parents' visit? I don't need any more jobs!!

On the other hand, we decided on a self-inflicted additional job and made bread. It was really nice to be making it again, and we got to experience how much more awesome this kitchen is for baking and it is super freaking delicious. 

Any bets on how long it will take us to get through a loaf of cardamom cinnamon bread?

Day 377

Home ownership is, by turn, wonderful and terrible. 

Today was one of the frustrating and discouraging days. 

So after a trip to the hardware store, where we bought things to work on a totally different issue, Husband took me to buy yarn so I can start knitting a scarf for an astronaut.

Our accomplishments for today:

Assembling a bookshelf

Hanging a pot hook rack

Making a to do list

Getting library books (French Harry Potter!)

Buying stuff

Buying woolly stuff

Finding knitting needles

Finishing a space cowboy's scarf

Starting an astronaut's scarf

Watching the Avengers

Watching Marvel's Agents of Shield

Watching the daily show

Being too tired to be awake anymore.

The End.

Day 376

Husband and I have a strange dynamic when it comes to large purchases. 

Having lived on apples and buns for a while, my reaction to spending large sums of money is basically "EEEEEEK!!!" And Husband is more "This is useful, we need it, and WANT." So then one of us has to convince the other that the purchase is (un)reasonable. 

I'm always a little confused when I win. 

Day 375

Husband: Shower Time!

Wife: Nobody here but us chickens! Buck buck buck buck...

H: Chicken Shower Time!

W: Chickens don't shower.

H: I guess I'll have to take chickens into the tub and spray them down.

W: Wait until the People for the Unethical Treatment of Chickens hears about this!

H: HA! 

....

H: I love that its the people *for* the unethical treatment of chickens.

W: Shit. That was not on purpose.

Day 374

Too busy accomplishing everything to post.

NAPTIME.

For accomplishers.

Day 373

Little things:

I was kinda expecting that today was going to be another stay home sick day, but I only felt mildly feverish this morning, so it was off to the races.

Not one of those days that I love my job. Or even like my job. Or my coworkers. Aaaand then I get the email that they have launched the biannual employee survey. I graciously decided not to take it while I had a huge stick up my butt.

Hung out in the car waiting for Husband so I didn't have to hang around with the jerks at work. I wish I had decided to nap instead of reading my textbook; the wind was doing an excellent job of rocking the car. Download a lullaby on my phone, and I would be set...

Got home and decided now would be an excellent time to build a bookshelf and wash hallway walls.

We were going to do some kind of lazy ground beef + veggies in a pan for dinner last night, but the sick feelings took over, so we tossed a pizza in the oven instead of going to the store for meats. And then Husband realized we didn't have enough milk for today's coffee, and had to go to the store anyway... so he picked up pork chops.

Sooo.... when we both feel kinda crappy and have potentially been going for too long... braised pork chops and veggies for dinner!!

And then I made bad life choices on the internet, and now it is time to go to bed and not think about necrosis.

Day 372

Yup.

It sucks when Husband and I are sick at the same time. Definitely going to bed early again. If I get enough sleep, this will just go away, right?

Marriage: Third Quarter

Day 182: More open houses! And Husband's last ski of the season, which means I get him back on Sunday mornings.

Day 183: Made chicken blobs filled with green blobs for dinner, and then got Neil to look at pictures of Lee Pace with me. For science.

Day 184: Husband blotted the cucumber before he put it on the sandwich he made me for lunch so that I wouldn't have to eat a soggy sandwich. That is all.

Day 185: It's always weird to have that sudden shocking realization that you're one of the grownups. And then you sit around and play paintball perfect dark and feel much better.

Day 186: I was thinking that it's too bad that I can't remember all of the things we say and do to make each other laugh every day. And then I realized: Husband makes me laugh, even in the morning. I think that says enough.

Day 187: I would make a terrible husband. I absolutely did not notice that Husband got his haircut... Tuesday. It got pointed out to me when I mentioned that he needed one

Day 188: Husband pointed out that today was brought to us by the letter B. Baking, buddies and brunch, baking, beef and broccoli bake, buddies and beer and bowling...and now, at last, bed!

Day 189: Lovely dinner with family and friend-family. Birthday Cake = Success!

Day 190: Had a lovely end to an extra weekend; Husband and I slept in, played video games, watched some TV, made amazing dinner, did some tidying, and made up The To Do List of Doom and More Doom. I already feel accomplished!

Day 191: Checked two things off The To Do List of Doom and More Doom. Still ignoring the steadily growing pile of laundry. If anyone hears about a sentient laundry monster terrorizing Winnipeg, it is probably our fault.

Day 192: Grumpy cat solved, and the Dunce Dance invented. 

Achievement Unlocked: Dancing Queen: 100 unique, highly specific, and mostly bizarre dances created!

Day 193: Going to bed early(ish) so Husband doesn't have to call in dead and/or five-toed sloth tomorrow.

Day 194: We desperately needed to do laundry and had thawed chicken in the fridge that needed using up. Solution? DATE NIGHT!!!

Day 194 Bonus Edition: The Human Anglerfish Experiment has failed. Apparently biting your Husband's side and never letting go is not a great way to be inseparable.

Day 195: Cleaning Rampage is Super Effective! And made Husband almost pee himself!

Day 196: To demonstrate to Husband what a myoclonic jerk he sometimes is, I followed him around the house spastically kicking him and flailing my arms at him until he was bent over double because his abs hurt from laughing so hard. I'm not sure that it actually helped him empathize with me.

Day 197: Husband made dinner because Wife decided her firearms were too dainty for chopping. Husbands. Good god, y'all. That's what they're good for.

Day 198: Before Husband went off to bridge, there was the pew pew and the om nom. Life is as it should be.

Day 199: That thing where suddenly you are those people sitting in the comfy chairs at the bank, waiting for your appointment.

Day 200: Finally remembered to bring the coupon for free pudding to the store. Was given another coupon... For free pudding. I hope Husband realizes that is now pretty much my meal plan for the next couple days.

Day 201: Ran one million errands. Finally got home, and I loaded up on stuff so Husband could open the door (division of labour by talents: Husband is good at keeping his keys accessible and opening the door to the building one-handed; I am good at carrying a bunch of stuff at once). He looks at me and says "So I married a Sherpa..."

Day 202: Wine and food and friend-family.

Day 203: Because who needs sleep when you can have tension headaches? Thank heavens for Husbands who rub temples and encourage naps.

Day 204: Thinking of Boston.

Day 205: Went to gym. Do not appear to have died. Will have to check again tomorrow.

Day 206: In which alarming culinary decisions were made, and it was determined that one should not watch Hannibal right before bed or while eating.

Day 207: Rowing at the gym, getting confused by ellipticals, friends, food with friends, and then trying to pry husband away from Commander Hadfield videos long enough to get some sleep. Goodnight ISS!

Day 208: French braided my own hair for the first time. Husband is going to start thinking I'm some sort of girl or something.

Day 209: New jeans, Baconalia, and a terrible, terrible movie. Says Husband: "They could have made a trilogy; instead they made a travesty.”

Day 210: Went to a book sale with Husband. I am concerned that if we move into a larger space, we won't have enough books to properly fill the space. Problem solved!

Day 211: It is lovely being married to someone who, when they come into the kitchen and find you doing a stupid little dance, will join in for your stupid little dance party.

Day 212: Another evening's plans foiled by the internets. Curses.

Day 213: Husband suggested we eat ice cream instead of quinoa. It was super effective.

Day 214: "Wait a second — that's not a taco!" -Me

Pretty sure Husband is going to be repeating that for a while. And I didn't even have the excuse of it being morning.

Day 215: I have an amazing Husband. That is all.

Day 216: Because after getting home from hanging out with friends on a Saturday night is as good a time as any for a cleaning rampage.

Day 217: Told Husband not to put gummy Mario on the couch, since they feel a little greasy. So he moved it to a safe place...the top of his head.

Day 218: Husband stayed home sick, but still got up to make me breakfast and lunch. And then I got to work on time all by myself! ...That makes us equally good people, right?

Day 219: When your Husband refers to the internet as your boyfriend, it might be time to tone it down for a while. In other news, 8:30 bedtime. If anyone wakes me/us up, it is possible they will get murdered. Fair warning.

Day 220: Taking a vow of no doorknob-licking.

Day 221: The problem with good books is that sometimes you have to not read them.

Day 222: The trouble with Husband and I not actually being the same person is that he can stay home sick and sleep all day and I am still tired. It would be much more helpful if I could borrow his naps.

Day 223: First G&T of the year. Happy Summer, Bitches!

Day 224: Some people get excited by nice weather and decide to BBQ. Husband and I crack out the dutch oven to make a stew.

Day 225: So it turns out it is very hard to stay cranky when you are pretending to be a crab. I even got Husband to do it to prove my point. Yup. Definitely purely for science.

Day 226: ACHNABOBANE!

Day 227: Had one of those ragey days where everything is going wrong. Darling Husband not only puts up with me, but he makes me laugh. And smile. And relaaaaaax.

Day 228: Lovely Husband reminded me that I feel too crappy to bake for a work thing tomorrow, and took me to the store instead... so that I could glare at bags of cookies until he made a decision for me.

Day 229: On the plus side, this might be the longest Husband has gone without crippling one of his legs since we moved in together. Sooo.... Progress?

Day 230: Being allergic to eggs is an excellent excuse for making broken omelettes. On a totally unrelated note, I am loading up on brownie points for being a good wife while Husband is a crapple.

Day 231: It's nice being married to someone with the same demented sense of humour.

Day 232: It is somewhat humbling to realize that while I have trouble getting out of the house when I want to in the morning, the astronauts leaving the ISS can undock exactly on schedule and land on earth within a minute of the target time. Maybe is Husband brought me even more coffee...

Day 233: Kitchen Dance Party!! 

And/or, How To Entertain Yourselves While Your Leftovers are in the Microwave.

Day 234: Thinking healing thoughts for a sick little boy. You should too.

Day 235: Friends! And Games! And the Ice Pack Method for cooling down for bed! And Vicarious Excitement! And Exclamation Marks for EVERYBODY!!!

Day 236: Husband was surprised about there being no other cars in our parking lot until I reminded him that some people like going out on Friday nights.

Day 237: I forgot how much I enjoy road trips with Husband.

Day 238: Went to a bookstore; did not buy books. If I was someone other than me, I would have to assume that I was a pod person.

Day 239: The delight of coming home and sleeping in your own bed. Also: had the chance to swim in a lake the first day it was free of ice. Did not take it. Husband probably would have tied me down if I had suggested it...

Day 240: Husband and I are bad at ice cream but good at internetting all of the things. Another evening bites the dust.

Day 241: Everyone should be pleased to learn that I didn't make Husband get up to bring me coffee on his birthday. I made the coffee, and I didn't screw it up - even though it was morning! Carol: 1. Mornings: 5,629.

Day 242: Happy that Friend's Day is back in effect.

Day 243: Friend Day continues! Now with more cheesy goodness!

Day 244: Learning that having an keen eye to detail is not always a good thing. This life lesson brought to you by the letter F.

Day 245: Husband won't let me make a Red Kidney Bean Angel Food Cake, despite the fact that the instructions on the bag of beans say to enjoy them in your favourite recipe. Clearly he is either a rule-breaker or a party-pooper.

Day 246: The Powers That Are Me decided that chili, banana chocolate chip cookies, and cucumber slices would make an excellent dinner. I was right!

Also: Had the opportunity to cool chili on the windowsill. Started giggling uncontrollably. Husband knew it was because of hobos.

Day 247: Apparently Husband doesn't want to live in a house that is ROYGBeige. 

Also, Morning Brain has caused me to have "We're not gonna take it, No, we ain't gonna take it, We're not gonna take it... Without s'mores!" stuck in my head all day.

Day 248: Laundry Extravaganzas are most boring extravaganzas. Frankly, I am seriously considering demoting them to intravaganzas.

Day 249: If I believe hard enough that today was Friday, do I get to sleep in tomorrow? 

I'll take that as a yes.

Day 250: Saw Venus and Jupiter... And then the whole damn sky filled with Northern Lights. Had to stop and stand together, staring up in wonder.

Day 251: My happy place.

Day 252: Gardening, twins, the best italian sodas of all time, gloom, pigmania, spaghetti, cleaning, and a harrowing drive across the prairies. A lovely full day, but now it is definitely time for sleeping.

Day 253: That thing where you sit and drink strange beer and eat good food with a friend... And then merrily continue to clog their Facebook with your posts.

Day 254: Birthday shenanigans and subterfuge.

Day 255: Weird little kids are the best.

Day 256: Found a Le Creuset store. Husband and I both hit schoolgirl levels of gushing excitement pretty much immediately.

Day 257: It's always nice to find even more reasons to smile.

Day 258: Moving to Regina to be able to eat at a particular restaurant is totally reasonable ... Right?

Day 259: That thing where you come home from vacation and get to sleep in your own b- zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Day 260: BDI and leisurely strolls; impromptu dates are sometimes the best dates.

Day 261: Husband is heading out of town for a few days. So think just, lawyerly thoughts towards Saskatoon for him... And if you haven't heard from me in a while, send help. It could mean I've had a morning-related accident.

Day 262: It is amazing how big a difference there is between a day of only seeing Husband a little bit, and a day of not seeing Husband at all. (coffee fairy sightings obviously don't count)

Day 263: You only realize how much time you spend thinking about and talking to someone when they are far away. Husband, come home! There are approximately one hypobazillion tiny little things that I want to tell you.

Day 264: Thank goodness Husband is coming home tomorrow. If current trends continued, I'm pretty sure I'd manage to set myself on fire with tweezers and a paper towel by Tuesday.

Day 265: Husband is home. Wife is happy. Dinner with friends and family and wine makes her even happier.

Day 266: Learned two important things today. 1. Don't leave the house while the marathon is on. 2. Father's Day Hobbit Tea is awesome.

Day 267 (belated): Literally driving in circles and not getting anywhere near enough naps at work.

Day 268: Yelling at my textbook is our new couple hobby.

Day 269: Not only do we finish each other's sentences, but we also sometimes just say the same thing at the same time. Must be all the mind melding. With the force.

Day 270: First real Friends Day in ages. Good times and hot dogs were had by all.

Also, thinking dry thoughts at friends and family in Calgary. Whoever is doing a rain dance over there really needs to cut that shit out.

Day 271: Got home after driving around in circles and settled in for the night. Husband played Tomb Raider and I did virtual makeovers for male celebrities. Friday night: Like a boss.

Day 272: Other people's weddings are the best.

Day 273: Husband has been a real fancy-pants lawyer for two years, and my husband for nine months. Here's to a bajillion more years and months of being neither disbarred nor divorced.

Day 371

Coming home to your house is a totally different feeling than coming home to your apartment.

Also, going to bed at ten o'clock can only mean one thing: Plague.

Or you know... Being a reasonable and responsible adult.

In our case, it is obviously Plague.

Day 370

Sometimes, you just really need to have a day of sleeping in, driving around and seeing all the pretty fall colours, and reading a book.

Oh... And, you know, buying even more books.

Day 369

I've spent too much time listening to Disney songs. Husband says he's glad he doesn't have to go to court, and I immediately break into "No court, no court, la la la la la la! Idiots! There will be some court! I will have court! Stick with me, and you'll never have court again!"

And then he says he made me a sandwich, and it's "Sammiches, Sammiches, barely even human!"

It's a good thing Husband thinks I'm funny.

Day 368

I don't think I am going to be one of those parents who chastises their kid for playing with their food.

You know... Given that I taught a kid how to give a grape a mouth, and then made it talk to her. And then talked to her grape.

And yes, the conversation did end with "Well, it is time for me to be eaten now. Goodbye!"

I'm having a happy week, for no particular reason.

Day 367

Husband had to work this evening, as he has a trial tomorrow that the other side may or may not show up for. If the guy doesn't show up, it will be the second time this week that Husband has prepped for a trial that didn't actually happen. Which, you know... fun times.

So anyway, I have been busy watching TV and getting lost on the internet, and totally forgetting that run that I had decided I HAD to go on. ARGH. Trying to get back on track with this whole Couch to 5K thing is not going smoothly at all.

Anyway, this is one of the random things I found on the internet. I wish that this could happen in Canada, but I fear we could not properly enter into the spirit of the thing.

Also, if you enjoyed that, try this.

You're welcome.

Day 366

Sometimes, when Husband is overworked and cranky and tired and not feeling well, he starts getting concerned that he is not a good husband. That if he has to work late, or work after he comes home, that he is not fulfilling his husbandly duties by keeping me entertained - or something.

So I gave him this little speech about how one of the nice things about marriage is that we work as a partnership, and one of us can take care of things while the other is working or being sick or whatever. And pointed out that he does this for me all the time (i.e. every morning, when I lose all ability to think and manipulate objects).

So while he was working, I made dinner.

Result: High on taste, low on technique.

One of the downsides to having spent so much time cooking with Husband... I'm seriously out of practice for the stuff that is generally his job. No wonder I always make tacos when he is out of town....

Marriage: Second Quarter

Day 91: Things I learned today:
-Husbands are sometimes as bad at waking up as their Wives, and you should not glare at them really hard to try to make their heads explode for that.
-Bath and Bodyworks hand soaps will freeze if you leave them in the car for several hours.
-People haven't (yet) started to hate us even though we are really bad at thank you cards.
-Butterflying a goose is hard. Getting all up in its spinal space is weird. 
-If you are a weirdo and you marry a weirdo, there is a good chance that most of your wedding pictures will involve one or the other of you making silly faces. Luckily, if you are both weirdos you will think this is awesome.
-If you are a weirdo and you marry a weirdo, you may just be able to convince your Husband to do a Track Santa Dance because you are excited that it is almost time for NORAD to tell you that Santa is in your town RIGHT. NOW.

Day 92: Christmas sleeping in, Cheistmas Buffy, Christmas grilled cheese, Christmas tidying the coffee table, Christmas wrapping, Christmas grocery shopping, Christmas music, Christmas goose, Christmas presents, Christmas Walking Dead, and Christmas tracking Santa with NORAD

Day 93: Our first Christmas as Husband & Wife = Huge Success. Merry Christmas everyone; we hope you had a day of fun and good eats in the company of friends and family. We love you all!

Day 94: Now the proud owner of the first (and likely only) book about our marriage. I would feel like some kind of fancy famous person if I hadn't cut my finger on sugar today. I think fancy famous people probably have people to handle their sharp sugars for them.

Day 95: When you need five blankets and hot tea to be not cold, you might have caught your Husband's plague.

Day 96: Took my first full sick day since starting at Wawanesa 16 months ago. Now Husband and I get to make pathetic attempts to take care of each other when we both get tired after standing for a couple minutes at a time. Wish us luck!

Day 97: I was not aware that this level of sore was possible without serious bodily harm. Quarantine continues.

Day 98: Synchronized coughing. It's coming, people. And Husband and I have been practicing.

Day 99: We made it! I don't know how you guys celebrate, but we had germ-filled smooches and then dropped a glass on the floor... So the first few minutes of 2013 were spent fulfilling a joint resolution: keep the apartment tidier.

Day 100: Our hundredth day of marriage was a huge success; I put on pants (not pajamas! Okay, they were yoga pants... But still, no flannel is a big step, right?), watched a bunch of Buffy, and drank scotch while playing Lego LotR.

Day 101: Disappointingly lacking in Dalmatians. Went to work. As soon as I pile a bunch more stuff on my Kobo (to avoid a repeat of today's noon-time horror: no battery phone, no battery e-reader, and no book), I am going to bed. In the meantime, I am giving thanks for a Husband for fetching me dinner and lozenges.

Day 102: Omnipresent tension headache due to coughing and nose-blowing. That is all.

Day 103: Actually had enough energy to make real dinner, and so obviously went slightly overboard. Also, Husband rubbed my temples, so I am much less of a Crankasaurus Rex than yesterday.

Day 104: I love it when Husband pauses zero punctuation so he can fall over laughing. I do not like it when Husband says he chops faster than me. For serious, I am the chopping queen.

Day 105: Things I have learned:
-Self-administered quarantine is lame.
-Kids are hilarious.
-Teabagging your Husband (with teabags) is a lot of fun.
-My lungs like the same environment fungus does: cool and moist.
-Husband and I are regaining our powers of making delicious dinner.
-Finally, Husband is drinking Scotch and working on tricksy tax law things, and I am drinking German liqueur and reading my stats book... And somehow it is kind of nice. 

... Maybe someone should check for fever?

Day 106: Either Husband doesn't understand the concept of positive reinforcement, or he is training me to destroy his nemeses.

Day 107: One of the examples in stats class today was about the number of hours billed to clients by five partners at a law firm in a given week. I just caught myself preparing to calculate how many standard deviations Husband is from the mean.

Day 108: Licked the pan. Husband is going to have to make this sauce every day forever.

Day 109: Sat on a baby, played with friends, played Spaceteam by myself, ate tacos, didn't eat pie, gained girl guide cookies, drank scotch, took down the Christmas tree, glared at my stats book, and am going to bed while Husband finishes working on his cross-examination. Not bad for a pair of plague survivors.

Day 110: Husband is a little too adept at hibernating. Time to wake him up so we can go to bed.

Day Eleventy-One: Meeting at the bank, reorganization of the office, two hour phone conversation, finnan haddie with crazy good brussel sprouts, opening of Christmas gifts from my brother, including a pregnancy recipe book (source of brussel sprout recipe). Turns out Husband and I already eat like a pair of pregnant ladies.

Day Eleventy-One (Addendum): No prego.

Day 112: Had one of those delightful weekends that was very productive.. but also involved lots of sitting around playing video games and relaxing. Now if only Husband's asthma hadn't decided it was allergic to the cold...

Day 113: Husband realized this morning that he will have to be the person in charge of getting future kids (still no prego) to school etc in the morning. Actually, he said that he is going to have to be the mean one in the morning. I pointed out that I will still be cranky as shit in the morning, and he can just sic them on me if they are being obnoxious. "Do you really want me to have to get Morning Mom?". In other news, apparently the only thing that makes me more cranky than mornings is stats quizzes.

Day 114: Realizing how apt the terms 'web' and 'net' are. Productivity: 0. Internet: 9001.

Day 115: Apparently I have hit that age where you suddenly feel compelled to wash everything when you have someone coming over for dinner. Balls.

Day 116 (Astonishingly Early): I have had my hair down for two hours. I suggested to Husband that I could just not bring a hair elastic to work today, thereby forcing myself to leave it down today. He told me to bring one; I said "What, so I don't murder everyone?". "Pretty much, yup." Good to know my Husband thinks my sanity is dependent on a little elastic band.

Day 117: Invented a new super hero alter ego: Captain Naptime. Husband was unimpressed when I tried to tell him that it could clearly not be shower time.... As obviously Captain Naptime should have been napping heroically.

Also, teeny tiny snowmen:

Day 118: Went for dinner at friends' house and came home with more booze than we left with. By a lot. And I don't just mean in my belly.

Day 119: Had someone over for the first time since the wedding. Had chili and biscuits and gingerbread cake with apples and caramel sauce (all in fancy dishes!) and champagne and watched SNL and the How it's Made of the food world... And also got to see hoary husband on CBC. This is how all weekends should end.

Day 120: Sometimes you just need brownies and tv shows about baby animals and sliding around on hardwood in socks to make Mondays better.

Day 121: Since Husband made someone cry (in a professional capacity) today, we had butter chicken pizza, and butter chicken poutine, and other pizza that was not Hawaiian but had pineapple on it for dinner... And also Cherry Krakens. And the people rejoiced.

Day 122: It is nice to know that I am worth many goats.

Day 123: Introducing kids to good music is pretty sweet. Having a kid walk up to your Husband and say "Neil, play Bust Your Kneecaps please" is totally amazeballs.

Day 124: Buffy, stats, and Mr Feynman. Cause that's how all the cool kids rock a Friday night.

Day 125: Passport photos = check. Many Buffys = check. Scotch = check. Saturday = Win.

Day 126: Husband brings me hot packs for my spine, and nearly makes me fall over laughing when he fumbles his toothbrush while we are (each) standing on one foot (on stilts).

Day 127: Becoming close friends with our giant hot pack of doom. Husband made dinner things and sat on a tiny little corner of couch so that I could stretch out. And then told me that I was allowed to go to bed instead of working on my stats quiz, which perversely made me stay up a little longer working on my stats quiz.

Day 128: Finished stats quiz. Was excited about going to bed early... and then Husband and I got distracted looking at a menu for an Icelandic hotel... and then we started playing with google translate to try to break some of the compound words down... and then I started showing Husband Ido and Esperanto on Wikipedia so he could make a determination on which is better.... and now we are never going to go to bed. Bollocks.

Day 129: Husband is now in the habit of calling me Captain Naptime every morning. To return the favour, I invented an alter ego for him: Corporal Showertime. He objected to that one, so I settled on Private Showertime instead.

Day 130: Husband continues to call me by my maiden name. Apparently he is the only person who hasn't gotten used to us being married yet.

Day 131: While playing Cards Against Humanity, Husband kept picking other people's cards... and would then turn to me to (correctly) guess which card I had put in. This might be why Rando Cardrissian beat me.

Day 132: Husband and I are now the proud owners (sporters?) of fancy hair for fancy people. Also, spring rolls and coffee for breakfast FTW.

Day 133: When my Mom says Husband and I deserve each other, I suspect she means days like today. In the past hour, we have been singing Lion King songs at each other, holding our salad tongs up to our heads like moose antlers... and when Husband kept starting the dishwasher and I kept stopping it when I found more dirty dishes to put in, he told me I need to respect his "Authoritah".

 

Day 134: And this is why I married Husband. Also, because if I finish my readings early enough, we're going to go make snowmen!

Day 135: Tonight we played Assassin's Creed Vs Statistics. Stats lost. We also joined the Fajitas & Friends Club.

Day 136: Got home from picking stuff up from the post office to find a delivery notice from Canada Post. For a totally different package. Luckily, Husband and I love driving around the city during rush hour listening to WOTE and conversing. </no sarcasm>

Day 137: That thing where you are getting ready for bed on autopilot and then abruptly realize that your autopilot is terribly broken because you were about to use toothpaste to take your eye makeup off. It might actually be a miracle that I managed to keep myself alive before Husband started taking care of me...

Day 138: Husband got distracted talking to his boss while I was waiting in the car, thereby turning me into a wifecicle. As a consequence, he was forced to submit to the dreaded Spine Penance: I get to stick my cold feet on his warm spine until they thaw out. Sooooo gooood....

Day 139: Sometimes encouraging other people's birthday fun and frolics is awesome. Got to play with a ridiculously fantastic one year old, made a vat of peanut sauce stirfry, and then sat around drinking wine and watching videos on the YouTube. This might be the plan for my next birthday...

Day 140: You know your Husband is awesome when he's been feeling ill all evening and he still gets up to make you tea when you get frustrated and upset about silly little things.

Day 141: This evening (whilst making the bed, like adults) that I haven't needed blanked on the couch and he hasn't needed hoodies in the morning the past few days. Obviously time to turn the heat down

Day 142: Given Husband's rage at inanimate objects this morning, I suspect that I am rubbing off on him.

Day 143: Some days it's just about laughing so hard you have to sit down about silly little things. Like farts. Of surprise.

Day 144: In which Nathan Fillion pronounced me his Valentine and a three year old made me a dinosaur valentines card. Huge success.

Day 145: Husband laughed at me for getting frustrated with him for trying to kiss me...But I was trying to tell a story and the smoochy crap was interrupting. For serious.

Day 146: Husband and I celebrated making RRSP contributions by buying even more books.

Day 147: Broccoli pizza, dark & stormys, phone date with the bestie, stats, and Perfect Dark. Not bad for a Sunday night.

Day 148: Today was the first time in a long time that Husband had to work and I didn't (aside from overtime). I decided to be wifely and make muffins, and then realized after I had mixed the dry ingredients that we were out of eggs... So Husband ended up baking them with me. Wifely baking = Fail.

Day 149: Sometimes it is fun when Husband is frustrated. It means a lot of perfect dark... But not a lot of sleep.

Day *150*: Companionable silence while we're both working... Until I start doing a 'Yay Math!' Dance while making strange musicky mouth noises. Husband just laughs, rolls his eyes, and continues working.

Day 151: You know you married a good Husband when he runs all the errands for you because you decided to dump piping hot tea in your lap and your top speed is now a hobble.

Day 152 (belated): Weather = Delightful. Scotch = Amazing. Internet = Spotty. 

I told Husband we probably weren't married anymore if I didn't have a day post, and he dragged me around the place until we found a signal. Divorce Off!

Day 153: Disney sing-a-long with the Goodridges. Cause that's how we roll.

Day 154 (belated): Husband took me out on my single longest ski ever. I'm still not dead. Take that, Husband!

Day 155: Very happy to be home. And going to bed early.

Day 156: Even though Husband had to work late, he still let me gripe about my day over dinner... And even though he loves them, agreed that I could bring girl guide cookies to a work function tomorrow so I wouldn't have to bake something all by myself.

Day 127: Husband and I are trying to figure out how train me to take off blankets while I am sleeping when I get overwarm so that I don't die. Because apparently I don't know how anymore.

Day 158: Date night was cancelled so we could eat fajitas and watch the Daily Show (and also get some work done) (on stilts).

Day 159: Our heat is officially off. If the temperature drops, we may have to make do with tea and snuggling.

Day 160: Went for dinner and a movie. We were holding hands waiting for food to arrive (because who has time for that kind of silly shenanigans when there's food around?), and Husband started spinning *my* ring. Apparently I'm not the only one who has difficulty remembering we're not actually the same person.

Day 161: The Case of The Missing Husband is solved but not resolved. It was Husband at the office with the trial prep. I guess Wife is going to bed by herself... Le sigh.

Day 162: I think we may have different ideas about what constitutes a reasonable weekday meal than other people.

Day 163: Kidding around after your blow drying goes a little awry is all fun and games until Husband says "Nice hair, Taylor Swift".

...and then someone loses an eye

Day 164: Told Husband I forgot to put carrots in the carrot muffins. He says "Okay." He is obviously becoming too accustomed to my sense of humour. It is time to up the ante! 

Next time I will tell him I forgot the muffin in the carrot muffins. HA!

Day 165: The simple pleasure of exchanging emails with Husband at work until I have to work really hard at not giggling uncontrollably.

 

Day 166: Husband told me he wanted the carrots halved or quartered. So I cut them up and made a henge. And that's when I realized just how much of our relationship consists of trolling.

Day 167: So I've had Party Rock Anthem stuck in my head for several days (Thanks, WOTE!). Yesterday I randomly texted Husband "PARTY LLAMAS IN THE HOUUUUUSE TONIIIGHT".... And now those lyrics are what is stuck in my head. I have been singing it all day. I even made up a Party Llama Dance. Husband finally had to tell me no more llamas, that it was time for bed. And suddenly I feel like I am living in a kids book.

Day 168: Sometimes Husbands are right. He got me to help clean house and make dinner, and all of a sudden I felt like I could actually be productive, rather than sit and mope and make use of the greatest thing to ever happen to procrastination: the interwebs.

Day 169:...I had something for this!

Day 170: More good husbanding. Husband made me dinner, sat quietly in the corner and ignored me while I muttered to myself and made fart noises with my arm, listened when I ranted about the several examples of poor sentence structure in my textbook, and watched community with me when I needed a break(s). I'm not sure which of us will be more glad when this is over.

Day 171: Stats over. Let the frivolity begin!

Day 172: Failed at Pi Day. Won at Friends Day. Now with even more friends!

Day 173: it never ceases to amaze/amuse me how much cooking with Husband seems to banish grumpiness and exhaustion - for both of us. Meat pie for the epic win.

Day 174: Filed our tax returns so Husband would stop flailing about it. Discussed how I should be handicapped so that I am allowed to play bananagrams with other people. No nerds here, I swear.

Day 175: Today Husband and I determined that I am always delightful. So if he ever seems to be suggesting otherwise, just remind him: Day 275. It's on the record.

We also went to an extremely discombobulating open house. The house could charitably be described as looking like Frankenstein the monster frankensteined two houses together. While colour-blind and drunk. And after he'd spent several weekends in a row going for icepick lobotomies from a series of increasingly inept med school wannabes. Also wik hallucinogens, a flailing attempt at an homage to Escher, and an inimitable knack for knowing what just feels wrong. Day 176: Got home, car got stuck in the back lane... So then we shoveled the entire parking area for our building. Because if a job is worth doing, it's worth doing good(ridge) - aka overdoing.

Day 177: Sleep is invegetable!!

Day 178: Husband told me I should take at least a week off after my exam... So, in the past week I have read three whole books, started a scarf, watched a bunch of tv, and played a pile of perfect dark. Also: Gingerbran muffins! Maybe I should request a second week...

Day 179: 
Pizza! Says Husband
A shot in the Perfect Dark
Such Community

Day 180: Husband picked up apples and brought me one to have with lunch so that I could have some fruit. Because of being an awesome Husband.

Day 181: Husband and I have been married for 6 months. We celebrated by watching Community, playing Perfect Dark, making delicious dinner, and getting locked out of our apartment by a lock that developed an insatiable appetite for Husband's key. You know it's going to be a good time when the locksmith fiddles with it for a bit and just says "...Interesting."