It's 6:30 pm. Tuesday night. We're sitting on the couch, me trying to earn swagbucks and him playing Hill Climb Racer on his phone.
We wonder what's for dinner as neither of us have made anything. David gets up to warm some stir fry noodles for his dinner while I contemplate the savory reality of having granola and strawberries instead.
I start this blog post while he looks up from the kitchen sink holding what's left our sink drain-catcher and asks, "Oh, did you break this too?" I laugh and say yup! I break everything around here. Last week I set my curling hot curling iron too close to my plastic storage bin and managed to melt the entire side of it.
All in all we are tired at the end of a day!! When our class broke for lunch at 11am this morning I decided I was DONE for the day and NOT in the mood to stay for the rest of the lecture til 4pm. So the day commenced in us making a totally aimless and impromptu drive to Bisbee just to see what there was, and after pulling off to look at what we thought was an abandoned church we were corralled by the owner who thought we were trespassers and then told it was ok to look around. Then we went to a pizza place that we THOUGHT would be yummy but then quickly left when the menu didn't even have prices on it (totally out of our league). We ended our trip at Walmart buying severely discounted granola bars and coming home to make pizza and do laundry.
And just now my cute and delightful husband tries to tempt me with his personal bag of (very unhealthy) dorritos. Followed by the totally-guy question of, "Have you ever seen one of these things burned up?" He then proceeds to set it on fire over the sink.
Heck, I married a firefighter, what can I expect?
lol....just total randomness as we wrap up our day.
Why does it smell like burnt chips in here now?