Thanks!
Walking to the pub last night for Family Home Evening I saw this painted on the sidewalk:
I love watching for sidewalk art so it was a good find, but the best part was when I noticed the drug free sign on the school three feet away!
The laughter kept Maddie and I warm the remainder of the way. Which was good since I forgot proper winter attire.
“A Post-it does not cure chlamydia.”
Ben: “I know you’re mad at me for killing a deer.”
Sarah: “Of course I am! For multiple reasons… number one, you didn’t even feel bad about it.”
Ben: “I told you that it would’ve been dead within ten minutes. There were a ton of hunters around us. So it might as well be me that shot it.”
Sarah: “That doesn’t make it any better. And I’m also mad that you didn’t wear your mullet hunting. If you’re going to go hunting you might as well make it as white trash as possible.
Ben: “Fine. I understand why you’re pissed, but does it help that I went to a vegan restaurant for breakfast today?
Sarah: “No.”
Ben: “You can’t be mad anymore otherwise I ate fake meat for nothing, and then I’ll be the pissed off one.”
I have the Sox game playing in the background while I’m writing a paper, but I don’t need to pay attention because Aimee made cookies. I did my part and ate six yesterday, so it’s a guaranteed win!
Girl’s Night Out last night led us to Red Rock for burgers and beer and then to Spoon Me for frozen yogurt. I’m usually anti anything that could be a venue for Mormon dating, but with the promise of a healthy ice cream alternative my ass and I were game.
but settled down once Hannah spooned her in the bathroom.
As for me? I got my spooning later on in the evening. And it was good.
Sarah: “Are you going to Uncle Cabbage Patch’s party tomorrow?”
Ben: “Nope. I’m out of town for the weekend.”
Sarah: “Liar. You’re coming, I’ll pick you up.”
Ben: “Sarah, seriously, I’ll be in Delta.”
Sarah: “Doing what?”
Ben: “Walking around in a field carrying a gun that I’ll never shoot. It’s hunting.”
Sarah: “Oh, I sorta forgot that existed. Why exactly are you doing this?”
Ben: “I’m getting in touch with my masculine side.”
Sarah: “You could do that here you know. Just drink too much and bang some slut you’re never going to call again.”
I haven’t blogged much about my new job. After my last experience can you blame me?
I’ve been spending my days at a local media technology company. There are under ten people with only one other female. And get this, I like her! I’m sure my old work mates are falling out of their chairs, since I typically dislike other females in the office.
Today, while in a lunch meeting, we discussed chlamydia over pizza. It was at that moment I looked around at my co-workers and knew I was home.
To read this week’s “The Dating Years” column for In Utah This Week go here! Although, it wouldn’t hurt to pick up a real copy. Look how cute the cover is!
Sarah: “What are you doing?”
Ben: “Watching Sports Center in celebration of Eminem’s birthday.”
Sarah: “Since when is white rapping considered a sport?”
Ben: “It’s not, but you asked what I was doing.”
Sarah: “How are we even related?”
Ben: “Well, our mother and father had sex five times and we were two of the results.”
Sarah: “Thanks for clearing that up. I’m going to hang up now.”
Ben: “I think that’s best.”
I was walking Daisy through the Avenues a few days ago, when she stopped walking and started sniffing around some bushes in front of an apartment complex. Trying to change the music on my iPod I was distracted and wasn’t paying attention to her like I should’ve been—especially since she wasn’t on a leash. I looked up and Daisy was on the front steps of the building. A woman who was walking out turned to me and said, “Are you trying to get into the man?” It was then I noticed the sign and replied, “Umm, isn’t it usually the other way around?” She scowled at me and walked away. She may not have found my comment amusing, but that didn’t stop me from giggling the entire way home.