A Memoir of A(nother) Year in the Marriage of One Zube Boy and One Zube Girl
The Verbal Olympics of Second Year Veteran Marrieds
Random Snippets Involving Cookie Crisp, Chipmates, and Heaps of Other Stuff
He Said (50 Times): You're going to blog about this, aren't you?
She Said (5 Times): I don't really GET what makes Cookie Crisp SO much better than store brand stuff!
He Said (105 Times): Woman, you're gonna drive me to drinking.
She Said (3 Times): Honey, I'm knocked up.
He Said (365 Times): Honey, where's my hat?
She Said (3 Times): Meh, I'm not knocked up anymore.
He Said (3 Times): I'm sorry. We'll try again.
She Said (1 Time): So, I know you're driving to Mississippi to buy a truck and all and this is kind of a bad time, but I can't wait to talk to you when you get back because I need to make a decision now. See, there's this rally and Planned Parenthood called me because I forwarded them a letter to the editor I wrote about Gov. Owens and Emergency Contraception for rape victims in the ER and they've asked me if I wanted to SPEAK at the rally. And, um, it's OKAY, honey, if you don't want me to, really. But, I don't know, I kind of think it would help me.
He Said (1 Time): You do what will help YOU. Don't worry about me.
She Said (A Gazillion Times): You rock so hard.
He Said (350 Times): Zoobs, where's my work pants?
She Said (530 Times): Right here.
She Said (150 Times): In the dryer.
She said (50 Times): Oops. In the washer still.
He Said (90 Times): CHRIST! Is that Brad peeking in the window again? I'm really sick of kicking his ass all the time. Why do you have to be so hot, Zube? These celebrity stalkers are getting kind of annoying.
She Said (1 Time): How ironic that all this gay marriage ban shit is happening on our two year wedding anniversary. Kind of taints my celebratory attitude.
He Said (1 Time): I just don't get what people are so riled up about. Who cares?
She Said (1 Time): Because DONTCHYA KNOW, honey, that if two dudes were able to marry each other it would THREATEN our marriage.
He Said (1 Time): That's the least of our worries.
She Said (1 Time): Heh.
He Said (1 Time): Unless you suddenly start making me cookies all the time.
She Said (Probably on more than one occasion): BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
He Said (1 Time): Honey, it's really nice being married to you. Happy Aniversary.
She Said (1 Time): Damn. I'm gonna cry. That was fucking sweet. It's nice being married to you, too. If you could just lay off on yanking my pajama pants down when I'm unloading the dishwasher, I'd say our marriage was damn near utopia.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006