Pillow Talk

Since being married, we have become accustomed to situations such as these. At one time, we would turn to friends and family to settle our “quarrels.” We began to see the stress this caused others and decided we should find another outlet to settle our “situations.” Should you visit our home, it would not be surprising to see a dictionary out on the table…or even witness one of these occurrences.

See, as surprising as it may seem, Nate and I have disagreements. Usually these disagreements pertain to some factual information such as the pronunciation of words and often the mere existence of words. This is seventy-five percent of the reason I own a smart phone…to prove myself right. For example, relaxment is not a word. And fun, funny, funnier, and funniest…are not derived words of the same base. We did, however, have to pull over on the road because when he finally realized what he was doing we couldn’t stop laughing.

So, either way, that is a little background to give you a view of how this following incident took place…

While watching AFVs, as we do do nightly, Nate looks at me confused when a lady couldn’t break an egg with her gluteus maximus. (Why she was trying to do this is beyond me.)

He says: “You wouldn’t think it would be hard.”

Me: “Well, you can’t break an egg with the palm of your hand, so it may be hard.”

(And this is my favorite part, that look like I’m the most insane person in the world.)

Nate: “You’re full of it! I know I can break an egg with the palm of my hand.”

Me: “Really. Well, let’s go try. There is scientific proof that you cannot do it.”

After a little wager and a little more "discussion", we made our way to the kitchen. Note the move of the fingers at the end of the video. He did not just defy scientific fact.



I love it when he says, “Well, I’ll be.”

Pregnancy Woes and Potatoes

Along with the excitement of a new bundle of joy, pregnancy has many other things to offer. Gasping for air. An unlimited intake of Tums. Waddling induced by aching hips. But for me...the best of all is medical grade compression stockings. Some of you may know them as TED hose. Either way, each morning before leaving the bed, I must wrestle and grapple with what should be impossible. I pray daily there is no hidden camera in our room catching what could be damaging collateral as I "waller" around the bed.

I couldn't help but notice the other day that the end result reminds me a bit of my childhood. It was a neat little craft we did with pantyhose...it was so strange the striking resemblance my thighs have with....

The Pantyhose Potato!!!



Oh well...I'll be up and running again soon.