Occasionally I write myself little notes on my phone about funny things that happen day to day that I eventually want to write about. Tonight I pulled up the notes app on my phone to get some inspiration and saw the following list from a few weeks ago:
Sleep cycle story
Mario -- broke his heart.
I have no recollection of the stories that go along with the first two items on the list and as far as the last two go, all I can say is that sometimes a girl just needs some turkey chili and a pina colada.
While I may not be able to remember the details about those four things, what I can remember is the last seventy two hours.
On Friday night Matt and I headed off to church to take a marriage compatibility test. We're pretty sure we aced it and left there feeling super confident because YEAH, WE'VE ALREADY TALKED ABOUT OUR BUDGET.
(We actually had our first "budget meeting" last week and things were admittedly a little rocky at first because when talking about money, one of us speaks in terms such as "around, about, and approximately" and one of us speak in EXACT DOLLARS AND CENTS. We met on middle ground and then went out to eat Mexican food because we needed to see how much leeway we should leave in the food budget for burritos and some supremo nachos. It was really all in the name of research.)
Not only did our Friday night date include a compatibility test, but we also stopped at the sporting goods store because Saturday was opening day for pheasant hunting and Matt needed to buy some bullets (shot/ammunition/I'm not sure of the exact term).
Matt must have picked out a good box because I woke up on Saturday morning to a picture of him grinning eat to ear and holding a pheasant who had flown it's last flight. Matt said he was going to head back to his dad's house to clean the bird which is when I asked "Do they bleed a lot when you clean them?" I quickly learned that was a ROOKIE MISTAKE because about a half hour later my phone lit up with an up close photograph of the insides of a pheasant.
The answer is no, they do not bleed a lot. I can unfortunately say I've seen it with my own eyes.
Matt came to pick me up later that evening and when I answered the door, he was standing there holding the poor pheasant's tail feather. He wanted me to keep it, but other than having a prop when I sing the classic "Shake Ya Tailfeather" I'm not really sure what one does with the tail of a pheasant.
On Saturday night we went out with friends to a hayride and haunted house.
It was the scariest haunted house I've ever been to. It also included a bonus walk through a graveyard where a man SPRUNG UP FROM A COFFIN IN THE GROUND. However, what was even scarier than the haunted attractions (and the two hour wait) was the poor couple behind us who were on a date. My investigative skillz tell me it was their first date, because about a half hour into the wait, the gentleman turned to the young lady and, "Wait, so what's your actual name?"
I didn't think it could get much worse, but by the time we got onto the hayride, they had covered their favorite Christmas carols, their Chinese animal signs, a rifts in her extended family stemming from a conflict within a family owned business, and his parents desire for grandchildren.
They covered A LOT of conversational ground for a first date. And just when I thought they'd run out of things to say, she asked him, "So, are you like, really into zombies?"
Matt and I have been together a long time and I can honestly say that question is one that has never been asked.
It' just a good thing it wasn't on our compatibility test.