I clock watched at work all day long on Friday. Fridays are always like that it seems. I painfully count down the minutes to the official beginning of the weekend. Mine began at exactly 3:04. I packed up my things at work and headed home to meet Bryce.
We try to go on some sort of date once a week, but you see we are nearing the 1 year mark of being married and although not purposefully, things have been a bit boring as of late. Most of our dates have consisted of me making dinner and then us eating together and watching something on netflix.
Friday our night was booked. We were going to do baptisms for the dead at the temple with the young men and young women in our ward. Driving with two beehives in our backseat and my husband grasping for conversation starters asking them if they're into cage fighting doesn't really qualify as a date in my book. But that husband of mine, he has a way with words.
So Friday was out but that still left hope for Saturday. However, Bryce decided to tell me while we were headed out the door Friday night that he was going ice fishing the next day with his friend. I pouted and dramatically whined about how rude he was to ditch me on my only day off of work and the only day I could spend the whole day with him.
He shrugged me off nonchalantly and said, "Oh you'll be fine. It's just one day. Do a craft and read some blogs or something." Drat. We've only been married ten months and already he no longer bats an eyelash at my over-exaggerated emotional declarations. I needed a new tactic.
Saturday rolled around. Bryce was gone helping at a track meet for athletic training in the morning and planned to go ice fishing around noon. I spent my morning doing my usual deep-cleaning Saturday routine which includes items like changing the sheets (every Saturday no exceptions), scrubbing the bathroom, dusting, sweeping & mopping, etc. all while I contemplated whether I really liked Justin Timberlake or not. (I decided I do. I don't know if I should be embarrassed about this or not. But his SNL skits were the deciding factor and you guys, he is funny in those skits.)
After I finished my chores I took a shower to wash off all the yucky grime from cleaning and had big plans to spend the rest of the day watching Downton Abbey and working on an embroidery project. As I was just getting out of the shower and towel drying my hair I heard loud banging on my apartment door. I looked at my phone and saw it was only eleven o clock. Bryce must've come home early to change. I paused and decided I had better dry my hair a little more before I answered the door. I took my time and dried thoroughly, not because I was still bothered at my husband for ditching me, but because it is really cold outside and I know Bryce would agree that he wouldn't want me to get sick or anything.
It had been a few more minutes. I was cozied up in my fluffy red bath robe and had my hair wrapped up in a towel the way girls do from age ten and up. I heard more banging on the door and decided I'd better go answer it.
I jerked open the door with my face prepared to remind Bryce of how hurt I still was and instead I was greeted by my little brother.
"Oh!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to pick up your snowboard so I could wax it and sharpen up the edges for you before we go snowboarding tonight," he replied.
I had forgotten that a week or two prior Bryce and I had talked about maybe going night snowboarding with Rhett the Saturday after I got paid again. My little brother Rhett never forgets anything he is looking forward to and was exactly on schedule.
"Oh yeah! We completely forgot! Bryce is going ice fishing, so he probably won't come but I definitely want to still," I looked down at my bathrobe and remembered the lovely ensemble I was wearing. "Umm... come in. I'll go get dressed and then get my board for you."
Ha! I cheered in my head. My Saturday wasn't going to be a bust after all. I quickly dressed and sent my brother off with my snowboard and planned where to meet up with him.
I triumphantly sent Bryce a text letting him know I would not be spending my day alone and that I was going snowboarding with Rhett. I decided to be nice and ask if he wanted to go just in case. Then as an afterthought I sent him another text stating I was going whether he came or not. You know, just to clarify things.
Before I could even set my phone down I got a text back stating simply "I'm coming".
I wrote him back and asked, "Are you sure? You really don't have to if you don't want to. I can just go with Rhett and you can go fishing."
He replied, "No I'd much rather go snowboarding. I'm coming. I'll see you in a bit."
Ba da bing. We went snowboarding for our Saturday Night date. (Maybe my little brother and his friend came too, but I promise it was still a hot date.)
How to Guarantee a Date out of your Husband
Step 1 Dramatically whine and guilt trip husband into taking you on a date (as stated earlier hasn't been as successful for me lately)
Step 2 If step 1 does not work make plans to do one of his most favorite things with your little brother
Step 3 Invite him to come but make sure he knows you are going with or without him
Step 4 Your husband will take you on a date.
-Kami
Our couch is the biggest purchase we've made together since we've been married. I guess this means we're exiting the newlywed stage and moving on to the stage where you buy real furniture and go to bed before eleven. I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Utah got hit last weekend by a huge snow storm. The storm was named Gandalf, and Gandalf was not kidding around. It started snowing about 2 pm on Thursday and snowed until Friday night. It was equal parts beautiful and scary, but mostly scary only if you had to drive in it. Bryce measured Friday morning and we had already gotten 14 inches and it snowed the rest of the day too, so I'm guessing we got close to 20 inches total.
It is large enough inside to fit probably 3 adults comfortably sitting and Bryce is 6'1 and can kneel with barely having to duck his head a bit. Once we had finished digging it out we decided to add a more narrow tunnel for the entrance. Bryce said it was to maintain more heat on the inside, but I said it would just make it look cuter and more like a real igloo.
January.
