So... married life. People keep asking me how it is. Obviously, my husband is the love of my life, and the first three months have been quite an adventure. I am really looking forward to the next 11thousand.
But it has definitely come with some learning moments.
But pinterest has given me this confidence. Of course I can make the most delectable meal, work out, make my house look great, and conquer the world with inspirational and witty quotes in the process.
So I found a wonderful recipe for beef stew. I excitedly bought some stew beef chunks, and pinned the best recipes. I breaded the beef, cut up the additional ingredients (even had the foresight to cut the carrots and put them aside so they didn't get to smushy in the slow cooker), and left the stew to cook for a couple hours while we went off to watch the superbowl with the in-laws.
Monday night we were ready for some delicious beef stew. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I had bible study, so I left Kev to enjoy the beef stew while I had dinner with some great girls.
Monday, I got a message from Kev that he quarantined himself in the apartment. At first we thought it might be the stomach bug that his brother and sister in law had last week, but then when I came home and didn't get sick, and then we noticed the smell coming from the crock pot - WE KNEW.
Fast forward to Thursday night. As I was coming home I pulled toward the end of the street and realized there was no further spaces, so I go to put the car in reverse. It wouldn't move. So I put on the parking brake, shift back and forth a couple times, and no dice. But because my car is an automatic, I couldn't get into park either. I call Kev and he tells me to try to turn off my car and turn it back on. Well unfortunately, I tried to turn off the car and it wouldn't turn all the way off. It also decided to not turn all the way back on. So here I'm sitting, blocking in at least 3 cars, and my car won't turn off, won't turn on, and won't shift. So I am sitting here freaking out, having images of the bill for towing our car, getting it fixed, etc... I am waiting for my battery to die, the people who I'm blocking in to suddenly need to leave, and all other ridiculous thoughts. I can't leave because my key is stuck. Finally Kev shows up. He gets in the car, I toss him the manual, and say - Help! He shifts. Just like that. Car turns on. Just like that. Enter riotous laughter from my husband who is then joking about being my knight in shining armor.
I learned an important marriage lesson this week. If you poison your husband, he will plot for your car to betray you. Clearly, there is no other explanation.
Also, I am giggling because of the occasion (ok... occasions) that I missed the f in shift. It's a funny story either way.
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