So, today we were driving and Marcus joked about doing a guest blog about a day observing my life. And then, after sequestering himself in the basement for a couple of hours, he thrust his laptop at me and presented me with this recap of Our Day. The following is what ensued.
We started the day like any other day; she woke up and went running while I slept.
Actually, just kidding. It’s Sunday, which according to her new “training plan” means yoga. Either way, not a bad way to start the day.
Post running, she gets ready for grocery shopping by picking out a proper outfit. This takes 15 minutes as she changes outfits five times.
Really…five outfit changes to go grocery shopping. Four cardigans, three shirts. That’s a little insane. I realize that you have to look good for the crowds at ALDI, but really?
The grocery shopping experience for her has peaked when she realizes that she has found the reddest tomatoes in the world. She is so excited that she tweets about it. Since she can’t multi-task when she’s typing, she freezes in the middle of the produce aisle while other shoppers are forced to navigate around her. This further extends my grocery shopping experience.
For what it’s worth, they looked like any other tomato to me.
We return home, we debate having sushi for lunch.
We don’t have sushi for lunch.
An hour later, she informs me that there is time in the daily schedule to go pick out our wedding bands. I’m not entirely sure where this “time” came from. This is something that I have wanted to do for months, but she has been putting off.
She makes me change shirts before we go. I ask her why she can’t just accept me the way I am.
After a short debate I change shirts. She has “woman-ed” me.
The whole shopping experience takes 15 minutes and bam, we have wedding bands. I’m excited because it is something I can cross off the to-do list. She’s excited because it sparkles.
On the way home we are talking about life when she cuts me off mid-conversation, cranks the music and starts dancing to Jennifer Lopez’s On The Floor. She declares it “her anthem.”
- Dance Move #1 – Put hands behind head and wave your elbows
- Dance Move #2 – Make a ponytail with your hand and whip your hair
- Dance Move #3 – Shimmy
Is your fiance this nuts?
P.S. At this point I have given the above portion of this post to Kat to proofread. Kat, not me, is the one who added words like “cardigans” and “shirts.” As a guy, I would never use the word “cardigans” in a conversation (or blog post).
At the end of the day, I really don’t care what she was trying on that took 15 minutes to perfect, I only care that it took 15 minutes to get a proper outfit for grocery shopping.