I am a Nadia. I peench.
I was going through my LJ friends page today and a girl on the schnauzer community I belong to posted a pic of her hiding behind her mini who had a green button on him, saying "Pinch Protection" on it.
So I did what any red-blooded Mormon-Mexican-Ukranian-Scottish-American would do: Ran into the bedroom, put on my green Guster llama t-shirt, and ran out into the living room where my spouse was playing FFXII. Just where I left him last night. But it was dim in there so I couldn't tell what color his shirt was. "Hey Spen, what color is that shirt? Is it brown?"
Spensaur squints at shirt, "Yeah, it's brown. Why?"
Me laughs maniacally, "Not wearing green! I peench! I peench!"
::massive peenching commences::
"Agh! Stop it! Stop it, woman!"
So neither of us remembered what day it was, but I figured it out first. And he shoulda remembered, he's the one with more Irish in him. So stop feeling sorry for the Spensaur. I am a Nadia. I peench. ::flexes hands in flat claw shapes several times::
And the surprise yesterday? He recreated our first date, or half of it, anyway. He took me to Fountain Hills where we ate gyros (took pictures at the gyro shop, thanks to the owner) and fed the ducks. While we wore the clothes we wore for our first date. Say it with me, folks, "Awwwwwwwww!" He did it up right, and we were both incredibly shmoopy for several hours. And after the date, we realized we could recreate most of our special moments wardrobe-wise b/c most of our clothes were purchased in the mid to late 90's. So we went where all romance ends; the mall.
The main reason why Spensaur and I haven't had a wardrobe change in awhile is b/c we hate malls. Malls give us the heebie jeebies. We both can last an hour without whining but it increases exponentially with the number of minutes after that hour we spend there. So when a necessary item of clothing expires, we go to the store from which it was first purchased and replace it with the same/near same item and immediately leave. So if we looked tired last night, it's b/c we went to eight different stores and tried on stuff instead of just holding it up to ourselves in the mirror and asking the other one if it looked like it'd fit.
Worse yet, the Goth-N-Go and Pac Sun (the two stores I do my t-shirt shopping) both failed me. I am trying to find clothes that are fun and not black (as most of my current wardrobe is black. Like my heart, like my soul.../snicker) and there were no such animals there. After Spensaur found five shirts, I finally found a shirt that was interesting, red (fufilling the not-black requirement), and reasonably fun. Plus a portion of the proceeds go to fighting AIDS in Africa. The downside? I purchased it from the Gap.
My intriguing ethnic and social background suddenly bleached itself, I passed thirty, and I started talking about how hard it was to find good household help these days. And Spensaur started singing "I'm a Gap Shopper" (to the tune of "Girl Watcher" by the O'Kaysions) all the way to the car. Brute.
Just found out Spensaur needs to go to L.A. for a meeting about a commercial next weekend. I'm either going to be here or go with, but I don't know what I'd do while he's in a meeting for 2 hours. Or where Buddy-Blue would be, wherever I chose to go. Man! The flavor of my day, all weird n stuff now.
So I did what any red-blooded Mormon-Mexican-Ukranian-Scottish-American would do: Ran into the bedroom, put on my green Guster llama t-shirt, and ran out into the living room where my spouse was playing FFXII. Just where I left him last night. But it was dim in there so I couldn't tell what color his shirt was. "Hey Spen, what color is that shirt? Is it brown?"
Spensaur squints at shirt, "Yeah, it's brown. Why?"
Me laughs maniacally, "Not wearing green! I peench! I peench!"
::massive peenching commences::
"Agh! Stop it! Stop it, woman!"
So neither of us remembered what day it was, but I figured it out first. And he shoulda remembered, he's the one with more Irish in him. So stop feeling sorry for the Spensaur. I am a Nadia. I peench. ::flexes hands in flat claw shapes several times::
And the surprise yesterday? He recreated our first date, or half of it, anyway. He took me to Fountain Hills where we ate gyros (took pictures at the gyro shop, thanks to the owner) and fed the ducks. While we wore the clothes we wore for our first date. Say it with me, folks, "Awwwwwwwww!" He did it up right, and we were both incredibly shmoopy for several hours. And after the date, we realized we could recreate most of our special moments wardrobe-wise b/c most of our clothes were purchased in the mid to late 90's. So we went where all romance ends; the mall.
The main reason why Spensaur and I haven't had a wardrobe change in awhile is b/c we hate malls. Malls give us the heebie jeebies. We both can last an hour without whining but it increases exponentially with the number of minutes after that hour we spend there. So when a necessary item of clothing expires, we go to the store from which it was first purchased and replace it with the same/near same item and immediately leave. So if we looked tired last night, it's b/c we went to eight different stores and tried on stuff instead of just holding it up to ourselves in the mirror and asking the other one if it looked like it'd fit.
Worse yet, the Goth-N-Go and Pac Sun (the two stores I do my t-shirt shopping) both failed me. I am trying to find clothes that are fun and not black (as most of my current wardrobe is black. Like my heart, like my soul.../snicker) and there were no such animals there. After Spensaur found five shirts, I finally found a shirt that was interesting, red (fufilling the not-black requirement), and reasonably fun. Plus a portion of the proceeds go to fighting AIDS in Africa. The downside? I purchased it from the Gap.
My intriguing ethnic and social background suddenly bleached itself, I passed thirty, and I started talking about how hard it was to find good household help these days. And Spensaur started singing "I'm a Gap Shopper" (to the tune of "Girl Watcher" by the O'Kaysions) all the way to the car. Brute.
Just found out Spensaur needs to go to L.A. for a meeting about a commercial next weekend. I'm either going to be here or go with, but I don't know what I'd do while he's in a meeting for 2 hours. Or where Buddy-Blue would be, wherever I chose to go. Man! The flavor of my day, all weird n stuff now.