Wow! Look Another New Post! 2 In 1 Week! Woohoo!

Hmmm, I probably should have thought out the whole "Ask Me a Question" thing, cause well, there's really nothing left to the imagination with me. As I said, my life is an open book, so everybody pretty much knows everything. Plus, there are very FEW people who know about my blog, (at least, that I know of...) because I was to afraid to whore it out to everybody, like SOME people I know. *Cough* *Hily* * Cough* Why? Because I write about my family a lot. And my in-laws. And my boss, sometimes. So, I'm just going to skipover that little segment, but still feel free if there is a burning question on your mind.

Instead, I am going to post some Tales From the Married Side. (You know, like Tales From the Dark Side? Only with less, umm, dark.)

A few nights ago, while Andy and I were driving down the road, discussing my efforts at giving up fast food and limiting my coke intake (Notice, that could mean ANY soft drink. That's what Southerners call all of them cause that's how we roll.), he said something that will make me love him forever. "I wouldn't want you to lose too much weight, because then we couldn't share socks." Yes, that is word for word.

Yesterday evening, we were at the grocery store, you know buying food, so I wouldn't be so tempted to just go out and grab a burger for lunch, when we reached the Mac and Cheese Department. "My, God, we are going to go into the poor house, buying YOUR brand of macaroni!" He still freaks out that I'm willing to pay over $2 a box, so that I don't have to eat the kind with the powdered cheese. This came up one other time that will live in my memory forever. See, we have this conversation Each. And. Every. Time. we grocery shop. So, after one particularly fiesty round of My Kind Is Better Than Your Kind, we get to the register and the check out guy says, "This is the good stuff. I can handle a lot of generic foods, but I can't stand powdered cheese macaroni!" Thank you.

Before the shopping, we had dinner at Huey's. Hey, you can't shop on an empty stomach! It makes you buy crap and that's just no good for anybody. While waiting for the check, I asked Andy if he thought it would be dorky for me to ask the waitress what kind of pickle spears they served, because sweet aunt maple, they were wonderful! He said, "Yeah, but only cause it's going to have a follow up question about the ranch dressing." (The pickles? They are Schwartz's brand, but apparently, they can't be found in the store. I looked. Repeatedly.)