Okay, so there are a vast number of differences between my husband and myself (he's pretty much my polar opposite!), but this story sums it all up pretty nicely.
Yesterday, I was mixing up my favorite lunch concoction of rotisserie chicken, tomatoes, and avocados (served on wheat bread with Havarti cheese--Mmmmm!) when I realized that there was some kind of gross blue powder all over the outside of my avocado. I, being the paranoid germophobe that I am, asked my husband to come check it out for me. I asked him what it was, and he answered that it was probably "just dirt". "
Blue dirt?" I said, (with a snarled lip and a roll of my eyes, of course). He shrugged nonchalantly and went about his business. I kept inspecting the avocado, imagining all of the things that could be on my food. Andy finally volunteered to try it for me, to prove there was nothing wrong with it, so I handed it over. He picked up the avocado and looked all around the outside of it....Then
HE LICKED IT!!! He
licked the nasty blue powder right off of the side of the avocado!!! I looked at him in shock and disgust and asked "Why didn't you just take a bite??!!" His answer?
"I don't like avocados."Needless to say, he survived. He always does. And I'm still crazy. I always was.
Today we went to Andy's annual college alumni soccer game. Every year his college organizes a game for the college kids to play against the alumni--It is usually hilarious to watch. The older Andy gets, the more he huffs and puffs on the field. Every year that goes by brings new injuries to his poor beaten body.
Each time I see him dive for a save, I cross my fingers and say a prayer that we don't end up in the emergency room again. Anyways, even though I spent most of the game chasing after Landon and his friend Micah (a little boy that's staying with us this week), I still had a lot of fun.
We got to see people Andy went to school with and their wives/husbands and kids....I I got to hold a little four month old munchkin for a few minutes. Mmmmmm! That didn't do anything to help my baby fever, believe me! (Oh, and, by the way...Andy's old man team actually won the game! Yay, Bubs! You da man! That being said, I need to go make him an ice pack....)
