slobbery Joe

Let me set the stage for you.  Micah didn't have a job when we started dating, so all of our dates were ridiculously cheap.  In fact, I'm pretty sure that we are the reason Sonic stopped offering the totally awesome 2 corndogs for 99 cents special they ran that October.  I mean, the awesome cheapness of that deal coupled with my love for corndogs meant we were there at LEAST three times a week... probably more.

During this time, Micah lived at home with his parents.  That's not that weird, and it didn't bother me.  However- he was allergic to their couch.  I'm still not 100% sure how that's possible, but he was.  I knew this before we started dating because I'd spent a lot of time over there with his sister.  I never really paid attention to it though, until we were dating and went over to watch a movie and couldn't sit together...

So here is where our story begins.  We were on our second date (99 cent corndogs, anyone?) and had gone back to his house to watch a movie.  Because of the whole couch allergy, Micah sat in the chair beside the couch and I sat on the end of the couch.  We held hands across the middle.  Yeah, it was as awkward as it sounds. 

Now, anyone who knows me knows that I am notorious for falling asleep during movies.  This was no exception.  At some point in the movie, I fell asleep on the couch, still holding Micah's hand.  When the movie ended, I woke up and felt what could only be drool on my hand... I was a little embarassed by this, and then it hit me- I had been holding HIS hand... and if the drool was on MY hand that could only mean that the drool was also on HIS hand.  I fell asleep and drooled on his hand on our second date...

Yeah, I'm lucky I got a husband.

The Domino Effect

My good friend, Lesley is hilarious. There’s just no other way around it. We all like to tease her because funny stuff just happens to her. Anyway, after much prodding from all of us, she decided to start a blog- “Why I’m Still Single.” Go read it. It’s so funny.

Anyway, one day she texted me and said that really, I could have a blog too. Only mine would be titled “why I’m lucky I got a husband.” It’s true. So that started the idea in my head of a series of posts on here. Really, they’re just embarrassing stories that I’ve probably never shared in public.

First of all, I must ask- please don’t judge me based on anything you read in this post. I was young. I was crazy. I was trying to scare off a boy who I was pretty sure liked me, but I was pretty sure was too good for me. This is the story of the first time Micah came to my parents house.

I was a senior in college and had planned a trip to Dallas for labor day weekend with some friends. For reasons I can’t remember, the trip to Dallas fell through and we ended up going to my parents house to hang out. Emily had asked her brother to go with us to Dallas, so he I went ahead and invited him to come with us.

That night, we broke out the double-nine dominos for a good ol’ game of Mexican Train. For the life of me, I have no clue why that’s what we chose to do. That’s really a strange thing for a group of college students to do for fun.

Now, here’s where it gets a little ugly. One of the girls with us played the game a different way. And when she told us how they play the game, everyone thought it was great. For some reason, I FLIPPED OUT. I proceeded to yell and throw dominoes… I mean, it was bad. It’s kind of funny now, but really- what was WRONG with me?

Ironically, Emily’s brother just sat there the whole time with a little smirk on his face. After my rant, and everyone else was more or less done with me, he leaned over and explained the new rule to me.

Ironically, I understood perfectly and we were able to move on with the game.

Ironically, 7 years later, he still sits with that same smirk on his face when I go off on rants and then calmly explains things to me.

Yeah, I’m lucky I got a husband.