Did you see Warm Bodies? It was a nice, romantic chick-flick that just happened to be about zombies. I liked it. Plus it had an amazing sound track.
If there were a zombie scale from 0-10, we’d be at opposite ends. Just one of the many differences between us.
We love to talk about the house we’ll own someday.
In fact, we’ll sometimes go driving around our favorite neighborhoods, just to see if there are any ‘for sale’ signs out front. No luck yet, but we’re keeping our eyes open. And, as you can imagine, we have different #1’s on our wish list…
maybe it’ll be as soon as this summer?
over hard. poke yolk. well done.
I’m sorry, but my mama taught me not to eat raw eggs. It has to be cooked. just saying.
Mo actually told me that while he was growing up, an egg was considered “ruined” if the yolk accidentally got poked and they’d throw it out and start over!! And there I was, across the state, putting a fork into my yolk on purpose.
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Anniversary month continues…and since we’re on the topic…
He does know how I like my eggs cooked and he’ll make them the way I like it, even though something in is soul is telling him to leave the yolk alone. Also, out of the two of us, he makes better scrambled eggs.
Mo introduced me to eggs on toast and eggs on toast with green beans. try it sometime!
fresh. clean. simple.
He likes when it’s understated and delicious.
elaborate. beautiful. eye-grabbing.
I like mine dipped in chocolate, smothered in sprinkles, and topped off with a banana split.
The last couple times I’ve tried to get husband’s opinion on what I should make for dessert, he’s strongly encouraged the simple, clean approach. I’ve made a killer simple chocolate cake and some incredible simple mint brownies. Both were amazing. But, you know me. I was itching to take it to the next level…
As of today, I have a box (the size of an 8 year old) FULL of apples.
pie? crisp? tart? dipped on caramel or on a stick?
hopefully I can find a way to make it appeal to both of us.
When I told Mo that I was going to have the opportunity to ride in a hot air balloon, he simply said, “cool, babe! well, you have fun with that.”
Being hundreds of miles up in the air in a small, confined space is NOT his idea of fun.
As for me, I’ve had a fascination with hot air balloons since I was a kid.
The movie ‘Up’ piqued my interest even more.
And today I fell in love with the way ballooning feels and sounds.
If you ever get the chance to go, do it! especially if you’re significant other is willing to go with you. I can see how it’d be incredibly romantic. 😉
here’s a few extra little tid-bits:
-hot air balloon stuff keeps catching my eye… here. here. and here.
-I won a Shabby Apple Giveaway (thanks Mikelle @ The Honeypie Archives) so I ordered this dress. thoughts?
-Thank goodness for honest reviews. I almost considered buying this.
-strangely attracted to these flats.
-One more day to enter my giveaway!!
Me, the optimist: naturally inclined to assume good intentions, able to recover quickly from disappointments.
Him, the pessimist/realist: usually prepares for the worst case scenario at any given circumstance, pleasantly surprised when things go better than he imagined.
we kind of balance each other out, really.
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one of my many pet peeves: I have to sleep in a made bed.
Mo has a strange tolerance for an unmade bed. And I admit, it does look cozy.
it also drives me nuts.
I have been known to get IN bed, use all four extremities to try and straighten the covers out to my liking, failing in this attempt, get OUT of bed, take off all the covers, re-make the bed in OCD fashion, then crawl back IN (exhausted from my efforts) and promptly fall asleep.
it drives husband nuts.
So. Here’s to those moments when humoring your wife is the best option.
How do you like it? Messy or Made?
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This week I talked about the extremely controversial topic of what to do with gifts from exes.
(oh. and the picture attached to the article? It’s me, ready to consume a pronto pup at the county fair 2 weeks ago. Before the summer ends, I also hope to devour an elephant ear, cotton candy, and perhaps another pronto pup!)
-The FIRST time I ate sushi was for a boy. on a date. I had to gag it down.
-I can count on one hand the times I’ve eaten sushi.
-He tells me that he ‘craves‘ it every now and then. Is that even possible??
-It’s something about the texture that gets me. and the fish taste.
-I WISH I were sophisticated and adult enough to enjoy going out to sushi.