While making the dough for our pizza last night, I realized we were all out of mozzarella. So while that was rising, Jason and I ran off to the store to get some essentials. Mozzarella, Cherry Coke Zero, and Butterfinger Bites. On our way home, Jason remembered that we needed ranch dressing. (I canNOT eat pizza without ranch. It probably stems from my high school job days. I worked at the best pizza place with the best homemade ranch. It involved a lot of buttermilk.) So we stopped at a gas station on the way home to buy the tiniest, most overpriced bottle of Hidden Valley.
After dinner we had two piles to attack. One was made up of dishes and sitting in the kitchen. The other was made up of clean clothes and sitting on our bed. I decided to make the most of that situation and told Jason I'd go fold the laundry while he cleaned the kitchen. And because competition makes everything better, I said we should race. He willingly agreed. "Sucker," I thought. But when I stood at a vantage point providing a view of both piles, I used my best deduction abilities and came to the conclusion that his job was actually way easier. "Crap, I'm the sucker," I thought. My biggest mistake here was that I failed to offer an incentive. And with a clear view of the tv from the kitchen, Jason got sucked in by the Discovery channel. And I won. And he didn't care. Next time I'll add in some really good prizes for the winner. Buffalo wings for Jason and buffalo chips for me.
Now as I type this, listening to this song on repeat (4 times and going strong ((yes, it's P!nk (((do I really have to put the !? ((((How many times can I digress within one thought? Let's work our way back out.))) ))) I'm not a huge fan of her, but this song is amazing)) ) ...Did you follow that? It made sense in my head. I think I just left the end of that sentence hanging. Let's begin again.
Now as I type this, listening to this song on repeat, Jason is playing majong on his phone. Don't get him talking about it or he'll start bragging about his high score. Goodness, our married life is dull. Cue cheesy closing line: I wouldn't have it any other way.