Little Things

Sometimes, it is nice to be engaged to a packrat. Recently, in our continuing quest to work on our finances, we decided that Paul would start taking lunch to work. As I was preparing his lunch the other day I though that it would sure be nice if he had a lunchbox. A lightbulb went off and I remembered that he does! Its in a cupboard! With everything else! And it is a lovely square, insulated, collapsible one. It is very convenient. I feel very 1950's housewifey preparing his lunch every morning and handing it to him with a kiss.

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We call Smeagol really random things all the time. Any words or nonsense words that spring to our minds. Frequently, we call her by words or names that start with a 'Sm' or that start with an 'M' and we add an 'S' in front of them. eg. Smarilyn, Smandy, Smoochy. Recently, though, Paul uttered one that still makes me laugh 'Come here, Ralph Smacchio!' Also, yesterday he called her 'Lap Dingus'. Big fan of that one too.

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Lying in bed -

Him - Okay, Murtagh, let's get up. You too, Wurlitzer and Cavanaugh.

Me - Who are Murtagh, Wurlitzer and Cavanaugh?

Him - *doing a little 'I'm embarrassed' dance* I dunno. *pause* Soldiers?