I woke up at 4:30 this morning to drop Marc off at SF airport. He's off to a business trip in Philadelphia until Friday (it's a one-day meeting - companies love waste, don't they?). We stopped off for some donuts first, at this one place by us that uses the most yummy frosting. I felt full and guilty afterwards. Marc and I shared a milk - 2%, since he refuses to drink non-fat. I keep trying to tell him that it's just a matter of getting used to it, but he's too stubborn.
So Marc has an odd habit when it comes to milk and say, donuts. At least, I think it's odd. He always has to take a huge gulp of the milk before he eats any of the donut. Which is slightly annoying to me, since we usually share a milk in these situations, and well, he's hogging it from the get-go. I, on the other hand, always eat a bite or two of donut first, and then I'll have some milk. Because isn't the purpose of milk to wash down the donut? What's to wash down if you haven't eaten anything yet? You're just wasting the milk! He claims it's to prepare his pallet. Baloney, I say (or is that bologna? Are the meat and expression spelled differently? Hmm...).
These are the arguments we have. Because he insists on doing odd things.
So anyways, I was sitting here at work earlier this morning, and Marc calls me up from the airport with a dilemma. "Would it be weird to wear socks with my sandals?" he asks. He wore jeans this morning, and the only other shoes he has are his dress shoes. I asked him why he wanted to wear socks. "Because I'm cold." So I told him that while it wasn't going to win fashion awards, it was probably less of a faux pas than wearing dress shoes with jeans.
A few minutes later, my phone beeps with this picture message:
The message reads: "i don't think it looks too bad. love u"
I sent him back a picture of my own shoe. Just because.
I'm debating whether or not I want to go boxing tonight. For one, because I got up so early today, and I'm probably going to be tired. Two, because I forgot my hair band. And three, because I'm feeling lazy, and I'm considering just vegging out all night now that I have the house to myself. I kind of feel guilty not going though. Oh, the choices we have to make in life.
so what kind of fun things will you be doing while marc is gone? i hope you won't be playing computer games all week! =)
Par-tay!
I'm going to try not to sit in front of the computer the whole time - I might rent a movie or something, and give my butt a workout that way instead.
Someone bring me some spinach dip. :)
I don't think dress shoes look bad with jeans ... if you wear the right outfit. It looks silly with a t-shirt or a sweatshirt, but with a nice dress shirt or a sweater it can look pretty good.
But I agree ... on plane trips it's comfort above fashion. :)
The shoe story was so cute. :)