Barefoot in the Park

John introduced me to Barefoot in the Park over the weekend. I was reluctant to watch it as I was in a grumpy mood due to my illness and a sprained ankle. As childish as it is, I continued this act throughout the movie. I held each laugh in while John thoroughly enjoyed himself.

I'm sure this scene sounds familiar to many couples. But I must ask that you stop in your haste, because there are layers. Oh are there layers. Well, only a few really. On top was my reluctance to watch the film. Go a little deeper and one would realize that my reluctance was only increased because I liked the film.

Go a little deeper and one would see that both John and I related to the film and couldn't help but think of our first year of marriage - which only made my reluctance deeper. He knew it when he decided to show the movie to me, and I knew he knew it but didn't want to admit it. If you're short on time watch the film from about 6:00 when the argument begins. Although I wouldn't consider myself as crazy as her, unfortunately my logic can occasionally fall into her harebrained category. If you wish to in part relive my slight humiliation please watch. Enjoy.

He and She

Today I thought about how there is someone there to finish the vanilla puddings in the bulk case of puddings that I buy at Costco. I only eat the chocolate.

Then I thought about how that someone and I live our lives together.

We don't fight or yell (thank goodness). We talk. That can still be frustrating though.

I take Sparky out in the morning. He takes him out at night.

When we watch t.v. I'm always trying to do something else so I don't feel as if I'm wasting time.

He only watches movies half way through.

He throws his socks on the floor. I throw mine in the laundry basket.

Today, I did something different. I left the computer and projects aside and watched our Friday night line-up without distractions. Just him, me, and Sparky.