That awkward moment when you are out shopping with your husband and he picks up something funky and chuckles at it. Then he says to himself, “why am I always attracted to the weird stuff?” 

And I am just standing there all weird and stuff. 

 Conversation at dinner:

Me: I'm just the weird and awkward one. 

Mike: I'm happy I married the weird and awkward one. 

Me: I'm glad you didn't write one of those tribute posts on Facebook for our anniversary.

 Mike: Let’s go find a waterfall. 

Me: We are too old for this. 

Mike: All the more reason to go. 

Me: The older we are, the longer it takes to recover from our injuries. 

We drove out to the rainforest, followed geocache coordinates and found this place. We had it all to ourselves. I literally sent the coordinates to a friend and said, “if we are never heard from again, this was our last known location.

Me: If we are 40, how many years of skiing do we have left? 

Mike: I plan to die skiing. 

Me: Just not today, please.

 Tonight Mike said the dinner prayer: 

Please bless our coughs to go away. Please bless mom and her ribs to go away. ….wait. Not go away, get better.

I was expressing some neurotic, irrational concerns to my husband and he responds, "Pregnancy should be considered a mental illness".
November 2012

Setting: At the playground.  Dallin is playing on a scary part way above his skill level. 

Me: I don't like him playing on that.

Mike: It's okay, they're only his baby teeth.

(2011)