Ever since I made a joke in class about looking young that did not go over well, I have been harassing Steve to tell me if I'm aging poorly. I think he's tired of me bothering him.
Me: STEVE. Seriously. Look at my face. Tell me the truth.
Steve: Yes, you are still beautiful.
Me: Really?
Steve: YES. Why do you think I married you? It wasn't for your personality, that's for sure.
HA! Love him. No one ever gets how hilarious Steve is (Mostly they think he's mean, if anything, because his delivery is so dry. That makes it even funnier.)
Also, he has been accusing me of staging the robbery. He got an expensive, complicated universal remote for his birthday from my mom. I hated that thing. I couldn't even change the channel. But 4 days after that, it was stolen in the robbery. It was the one silver lining of the whole thing for me. I did The Dance of Joy when I realized the burglars had taken the hated remote. Steve was very sad about it and threatened to get a new one. After much pleading, he agreed not to - but has, ever since, been a bit suspicious that I have all our stuff in storage somewhere.
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