Made in Richmond

Ross is in Blacksburg this evening to watch the VT/Boston College game. Even though he’s always super busy, we very rarely have a day that we don’t see each other. I was feeling off today - really grumpy and mopey. Then I realized at about 3:00pm that it was all because I missed my hubs. It’s been like walking around without one of my arms today. I actually can’t wait for him to come barging in at 5:00am tomorrow and wake me up by leaving the bathroom light on.

Check out what my lovely hubs gave me for my birthday:

I know it’s not until tomorrow, but since we’ll be so busy hanging out (read: eating and drinking in extreme excess) tomorrow night, he gave me my present tonight. Not only is it from a FANCY store, it’s something I would have totally picked out myself. Love it!
And you know what else? There’s another one coming! He’s in talks with Nikole Sarvay (fawned over here) to get something made just for me, because I apparently said one time that if someone had jewelry custom-made for me, “I would die.”

Thanks, hubs! I love it.

“This never would have happened if I had married Derek Jeter.”

-Ross

Ross is constantly asking people to go with him to Sonic. It never works because 1) Who wants to go to Sonic? and 2) The closest one is on Hull Street across from our high school which is 15 miles away. Anyway, the main reason Ross wants to go to Sonic (other than his penchant for heart attack-inducing cuisine) is their commercials. He told me he loves their commercials because they remind him of the conversations that we have.
Like this:

And this:

And especially this:

~scene 1~ 

Setting - my car, traveling East on Interstate 64

Me: (on the phone) Hi. Ok, what do I need to get from the store for dinner?

Ross: (also on the phone) Just some form of pasta, ground turkey, and some cheap cheese.

Me: Cheap cheese?

Ross: Yeah.

Me: Ok, love you bye.

~scene 2~

Setting - our house on Grayland Avenue

Ross: (shouting from the kitchen) Where’s the sheep cheese???!?!

Me: (shouting back from the living room) The what??!??!

Ross: (still shouting from the kitchen) The sheep cheese!

Me: (still shouting from the living room) Ohhhhhhhhhhh. That’s different than cheap cheese, huh?

~Fin~

Love on Main Street.

T-Rex Valerie!!!

He can’t sass me.

So happy but so tired. I think this was after the nap.

Me: So, The Edge. How come he gets to have that name?

Ross: He just decided, I guess.

Me: So, not only is he a capitalized common noun, he gets to have an article in front of it?

Ross: Yes.

Me: Well, if he gets to, I get to.

Ross: Oh yeah?

Me: Yeah. If he’s The Edge, then I’m The Curve.

Ross: You should be Some Curves, just to set yourself apart a bit.

Me: Perfect. I’m totally going to put this on my blog.

Ross: Make sure you credit me with the awesome name.

Me: Done.

I’m so proud I can’t stand it.

I was so over the brown so I asked Ross to change it. And unfortunately for him, I now work with people who code all day long and I know such changes do not take that long at all. In fact, I think I specifically said, “Oh c’mon, I know it won’t take that long. YOU CAN’T FOOL ME ANYMORE.”

I’m such a treat.

Ross, my mother-in-law, and I went to go look at hardwood flooring today (after lunch at Can-Can and seriously, there’s nothing better than a Saturday lunch there). We drove all the way out to the end’s of the earth to Lumber Liquidators near Southpark Mall. After telling the very nice salesperson what we needed (A. Cheap, B. Hard enough to handle two stupid dogs, C. Still cheap) we narrowed down our choices to a nicely priced Beech (or maybe Birch? I obviously was paying a lot of attention to that part). We would loved to have gotten a wide-planked dark wood, but the fact that we are poor and our dogs have talons AND we’ll only be in this house a little longer means that we shouldn’t go all out at the moment.

Anyway, I made the decision in about 3 seconds, which I seem to do with every major decision - this house and my car are the two biggest purchases we’ve ever made and that took all of 10 minutes each for me to decide on. I mean, it looked nice. It’s on sale. They deliver. It needs to be in our house for a week before we can lay it down the weekend after Labor Day. All signs pointed to handing the nice man our credit card and calling it a day. At least I thought they did. I had fully accepted the fact that this project would be costing us a couple thousand dollars, as do most things that add value to your home. Well, the hubs just couldn’t bring himself to make the purchase today. He needs to sit on it, even if just out of principle. Honestly, I can’t really argue with it because, after all, out of the two of us he will be the one doing most of the work on this. If I’m spared from hours of back-breaking work, he can take all the time he needs.