Anyone get that Strong Bad reference? Ahem.
Since my blogging sabbatical, I chopped and darkened my hair, absorbed unhealthy amounts of Canadian fiction, took daily baths whether I need them or not, promoted, performed in a play, inhaled coffee, and avoided cleaning the apartment.
Oh, and I gave birth to twins and finally wrote that "I'm-Setting-the-Catholic-World-on-Fire" dramatic piece. (I hope you know I'm kidding. I'm such a kidder.)
In payment for my absence, I will share somewhat embarrassing tidbits of my newlywed life. Sorry, husband.
Darin continues to amuse me with his nocturnal chatter and odd habits. For example!
"ARGH! That's ridiculous!!"
"I'll just have some NyQuil with a side of ribs."
"I know I logged off, but it's okay."
Today I discovered that Darin cups his hands over his ears in the shower so shampoo doesn't creep in. I'm not sure why, but that's kinda cute.
And here is where I owe my darling husband an apology. A couple nights ago, Darin and buddy Carl stayed up into the wee hours working on a website. Since I had an early work day ahead of me, I crashed earlier than usual. I slept peacefully and didn't even notice when Darin scrambled into bed. My lovely slumber didn't last much longer.
I awoke to a smell... a stench, rather... a motley of sewage, burning rubber, and brown rice... I gasped and abruptly sat up.
"Did you just...?"
Darin squealed, jumped, and began fanning the blankets in attempt to dilute the foul odor, failing miserably of course. David just couldn't beat Goliath. Now, this sorry event could have ended up in divorce for some couples, but Darin and I settled our- differences- and ended the night with a tickle fight and hug. Let this be a lesson to you.
It's my bedtime, friends! Wish me luck.