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: