Molly and I played Scrabble a couple of nights ago with Eman, my Egyptian language partner. Eman speaks Arabic as her native language and English as a second language.
There were too many people so Molly and I played on a team. We did surprisingly well with three and four-letter words, averaging about 35 points a turn. In fact, we did so well that we tied for first.
With Eman.
Who speaks English as her second language.
And there was only one of her.
Ugh.
We went on a date to see Shrek the Musical last night, what a good time. Good old Travelzoo, we paid $32 instead of $59. I don’t get money for giving you this, but since I like you, here’s the link to get their weekly e-mail (which I love): Travelzoo.
After eating, we headed to Bass Concert hall and got our tickets at Will Call, then headed up to find our seats. And up. And up. And up. I’m not joking, our seats were literally on the last possible row in the highest possible section of the hall. We were good sports about it, so we sat down to joke about it and the arm rest broke. So now there are two uncomfortable pieces of metal sticking out of the arm rest between us.
I took the arm rest to an usher, she found the stage manager, and they told us to move somewhere else and if we needed they’d call the box office to see where some available seats were. So we ended up in probably the second-best seats in the hall (the first-best are on a lower balcony).
What a steal.
Since I’m the only one out of this marriage that writes on this blog, I get to be the one to tell how it really is around here. So normally I don’t mind that my wife is an entomologist, it’s just that sometimes she brings her studies home with her. I’ve learned to deal with bugs in my freezer or stopping to check out every bug that we see. I’ve even learned to deal with them sitting in vials all around my bedroom.
But I’m having a hard time with the live ones. Molly needs live bugs for an experiment she’s running, I’m sure this research will earn us millions one day, but I’m not sure millions are worth it. Because the bugs are kept by our bedroom door, so every time I pass it I scare them and they make their clicking sounds and skitter around, and in turn that scares me.
Now I’m not afraid of anything, and I’ll never admit to being scared of bugs, I never have, and I never will, but these bugs scare me to death every time I go by the door of my room.
I’ve started coming through the closet just to avoid them.
So I’m a Scout Leader. A Bears Den Leader, to be precise.
I did not like Scouting when I was growing up. It figures I’d be called to serve. I guess I should have “not liked” being the guy who passes out programs at the door, so they’d call me as that instead.
Anyway, our Scout Master told the kids, “When you go camping, leave no trace. Leave no trace at all. Don’t leave trash, wood chippings, or anything. When you go camping, nobody should be able to tell you were ever even there.”
To which a Cub Scout very seriously replied, “It’s just like ninjas.”
Molly and I saw seven other Latter-day Saints at the grocery store today.
What is this, Utah?
Molly and I put out a welcome mat in front of our door. None of our three neighbors had one out.
I noticed our next door neighbor put one out this week, and then our neighbor across the hall put one out today. I checked our lease to see if they were outlawed and we were starting a quiet rebellion, but no, they are allowed and even encouraged.
Keeping up with the Joneses.
It’s probably just me, but I don’t like it when missionaries use slang.
It just feels weird to hear an Elder say, “That’s a sick tie”.
Thanks, though. It is pretty awesome.
So marrying Molly has made me eat healthier. Also, my house is a lot cleaner than what I’ve normally lived in. I sleep better. Everything about it points to a net gain.
By marrying me, though, I think Molly might have taken a net loss. What she gets out of the deal is pretty much a bodyguard. If she bought a dog she’d get the same thing, and the dog probably wouldn’t eat as much as I do. She got scammed.
Sucker.
So married life has a few adjustments, but maybe the biggest one is how we hang up our clothes now. My system pretty much stayed the same: I put clothes on the hanger and put them on the closet rack. I’m starting to put the clothes I just wore in the back so I don’t wear them twice in a row.
For Molly, her system stayed the same too, only it’s way different for me. So her system is to put her clothes up in category, like dresses, skirts, shirts, etc. Only the shirts have like four sub-categories by themselves. And then every category is sorted by color. In fact, by ROYGBIV.
And sometimes it’s my job to hang up the clothes. I’ve made a couple of mistakes. Maybe Molly won’t notice.
…and I don’t have time to breathe. But I do have time to re-post this: