(from the book of faces) All couples – make this your status and answer honestly!

I love you, Tom. You mean everything to me. You’re my person, my rock, my home, my ollyollyoxenfree and you will be forevermore.

Who’s older?
Him. 47 on 1/14.
Same high school?
Nope. Him: Solon High School. Me: Coldwater High School. 377 miles apart. And somehow we found each other. ??
Most sensitive?
Flip a coin. He’s more outwardly sensitive, and I’m more inwardly sensitive. We’re both a little paranoid and tend to overanalyze social cues. I’m worse.
Eats out the most?
Him. He loves restaurants and trying new things. I like comfort food and eating what I’m used to.
More social?
Him. Emphatically, him. He has to drag me out of the house.
Most stubborn?
Flip a coin. I might say he is and he might say I am.
Who’s the funniest?
He is definitely more witty and funny. I roll my eyes a lot, but he really is.
Most temper?
Flip a coin. He goes off like a firecracker but then he’s done. I let it fester until I blow up and then hold a grudge an hour. Ok, sometimes a day.
Wakes up first?
Him. He’s an early bird and I’m a night owl.
Bigger family?
Me. But only because I’ve got extra parents.
Said I love you first?
I honestly can’t remember. Probably him.
The hoarder?
Me.
Better driver?
He’ll say he is and I’ll say I am. He’s more fast and decisive. I’m more careful.
More Siblings?
HIm.
Better cook?
Him.
More talkative?
HIM. Thank God. He does all the talking for us.
Shops more?
Definitely me. Amazon and I have a close, personal relationship. God bless Prime shipping.
Best dancer?
Him.
Pet lover?
Both of us. He’s happy with his dog, but I want a barn full of rescue animals.
Who’s taller?
He used to be 5’7″ and I used to be 5’5″ but I think we’ve both shrunk in our old age. ?
 
I love you, Tom. You mean everything to me. You’re my person, my rock, my home, my ollyollyoxenfree and you will be forevermore.
tom,jenness
tom,jenness

Obligatory Thanksgiving message. Happy Eat Like An Asshole and Pass Out Before Dishes are Done Day.

We did not coordinate outfits beforehand. We each came out of our rooms and went, “Dooooood. Niiiiiiice.”
Oh mah dam but he’s handsome! (Never mind I’m a tad biased.) He’s single, ladies! (Must not be a drama queen, a player, or a doosh. Extra points if you sign.)
He’s such a handsome devil.
Oh mah love. My person.
Elli & Erin are VERY excited to go to Gramma’s.
Happy Thanksgiving from me and mine to you and yours!

In which Jenny Lawson comes to Cedar Rapids and I give her a hug and knitted reproductive systems.

On 7/8/2016, Tom, my friends and I got to meet our favorite author. We were almost last in line (on purpose; see also: anxiety issues) and got to get our books signed, and talk with Jenny. Tom got his Rory card signed and I gave Jenny the Knitted Knaughties. If you don’t know about these, you’ll have to put that in my search box and enjoy a really good story about Jenny matchmaking me (in Iowa) and Louise (in New Zealand; see also: possible place to move if Trump becomes President, because if so, I’m Audi, dude) to come up with a knitted vagina and penis to show women where to find their clitoris in a totally non-skeevy way. Seriously; some women have to be shown. My sons learned a lot from this pair, and to their future wives, I say, “You. Are. Welcome.”

That was kind of a long stream of consciousness type of ramble, and I blame my phone. So I’ll just tack on the pictures and call it good. 

Yesterday, I worked from 10am-11pm on my website. I went to bed and couldn't sleep so I got back up and worked from 12am-3:30am. Still couldn't sleep until around 6am. I've gotten ZILCH done today (I did manage to shower, brush my teeth, and put on clean clothes) and I'm almost okay with that.
Jenny doing a totally kick-ass reading

Jenny and Tom
Jenny and Tom

Jenny accepting the adoption of the Knitted Knaughties
Jenny accepting the adoption of the Knitted Knaughties

Jenny and I and the Knitted Knaughties
Jenny and I and the Knitted Knaughties
Jenny combining a couple of her gifts so things could get even weirder, if possible
Jenny combining a couple of her gifts so things could get even weirder, if possible
Jenny and Kenzie  conversing intently
Jenny and Kenzie conversing intently
Jenny and Kenzie
Jenny and Kenzie

And they all checked one thing off their bucket list and lived happily ever after. Amen.

Day One of Love Your Spouse Challenge

This is a very real Saturday morning for us.

This is a very real Saturday morning for us. Tom got up early, I slept late, we’re chatting about last night (henceforth to be known as Jenny Lawson night, that which shall live on in family lore), there’s a chicken among us, and Tom has James Taylor on in the background.

And sometimes, the grasshopper becomes the teacher.

Before Tom left for work this morning, he mentioned that he wanted more stuff removed from the basement. In particular, the 5 55 gallon bags of cans and bottles, and all the stuff I’ve boxed up to go to Goodwill.

So, I gave Mika the task of putting the cans and bottles in the car while I took a shower, then I planned on taking them to The Can Shed.

Now, a note on our vehicle situation. He has a Chrysler LHS which is almost the size of a yacht. I drive a two door Saturn, which is roughly the size of a large dog. I thought Tom took his bike and left his car, leaving two cars in the driveway.

When I instructed Mika to put 5 55 gallon bags full of cans and bottles in the car, I thought the LHS was here. It wasn’t. So while I was in the shower, Mika looked outside, saw my tiny car, and thought, ok, Mom said to do it, so I will. And he did. He fit all those cans and bottles in my teeny weeny clown car. He didn’t think, ok, Mom said do it, but that’s impossible. She must be drunk again. I’ll talk to her about it when she sobers up.

If Tom had told me to fit all that in my car, I would’ve said, “No way. I’ve only been able to fit two can bags in there before.”

But my boy thought, Mom said do it, so there must be a way.

So I took off. I couldn’t see in my rear view mirror, but that’s only slightly illegal. But I used my side mirrors carefully and arrived safely. You should have seen the guy that was parked next to me at The Can Shed as I unloaded. His face was priceless. I just kept pulling one bag after another out of that car and his eyes just kept on getting bigger.

And I walked out with $50 to buy tents to take my boys camping.

I’m so proud of Mika. He taught me something today.

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