A Couple of Hicks

Starla Steward Photography

Let me relate another husband/wife conversation for you. Also, let me set the scene. We were standing at the kitchen counter last night, sorting through mail. Jeremy opens a letter from State Farm kindly requesting that we use them for all of our insurance needs. O.K., go!

Jeremy: Oh, it's State Farm. I was thinking, "Why are you sending me this letter? We already have insurance with you." But we have that other farm one.

Kristen: I know! There are too many with "farm" in their names. It always gives me pause.

Jeremy: Gives you pause?? What?

Kristen: Not "paws." (imitate kitty paws to demonstrate) You know, like it makes me go, "Hmmm...which one is this?" Gives me pause.

Jeremy: You're a Hicks now. We don't say stuff like that. You're gonna have to cut that out.

By that time we were both laughing pretty hard. Or maybe that was just me? He can deliver funny lines pretty straight-faced, but then he eventually get tickled, too. I love that about him. =)

Queen of Multiple Choice

Someday when my husband starts his own blog, I may just regret posting these funny conversations with him. But for now, I simply can't resist. =)

In the car, on the way to his parents' house in Chattanooga - just after Jeremy put in a mix CD...

Jeremy: Who is this? I'll give you some choices.
Kristen: (Already thinking that I have no idea...but always willing to play) O.K. then.
Jeremy: A. AC/DC (slight pause) B. Led Zeppelin (incredibly long 10-second pause)
Kristen: Led Zeppelin.
Jeremy: You knew that because I couldn't think of a third choice!
Kristen: And I knew it wasn't going to be the first one. Too easy.

So, kids - listen up. When you're guessing at multiple choice questions, the best guess isn't necessarily going to be "C." Especially - and I cannot stress this enough - if your questioner doesn't offer a "C." Go with "B." It's the smart thing to do.

P.S. See that picture at the top? Where I was talking? I was probably answering a multiple choice question. Correctly. Happens all the time. ;) Shhh, Kristen. Calm down. Let someone else have a turn. We're trying to take a picture. Yeesh. O.K., O.K., O.K.!

Sparkling Conversation

Before I can continue my series of blog posts on Autumnal Cheer, I must share a funny conversation with you. I suppose I could have just slipped this into the series because it brought me much cheer when it happened and when it happened, it was autumn. Hmmm...

Jeremy: Do you see sparkles on my lips?

Kristen: (upon closer inspection) Um, yes. (the laughter begins)

Jeremy: (staring in mirror with great concern) What is it? Do you know what it is? I've been trying to figure it out. It's there every day.

Kristen: (can hardly get the explanation out) It's my new lip gloss. It has sparkles - this is the first time I've seen it on you, though! I promise!

Jeremy: I thought I was going to have to replace my razor. I really thought it had started leaving shards of metal on my lips when I shaved.

Kristen: (I only thought I was laughing before. Now I am doubled over with laughter.) Are you SERIOUS? No, it's just my lip gloss. I tried to buy my regular mint kind again, but they only had this "True Shimmer" kind...

Jeremy: Yes, I'm serious. I thought my razor was falling apart!

Kristen: Hey, I hear that vampires sparkle. I mean, I haven't read any of the Twilight books, but that's what I hear.

And so now before my husband grabs a quick kiss, he holds me at arm's length to make sure I will not be spreading any sparkly "metal shards" to his person. I do have a new lip gloss now. It's mint but it is not sparkly. It's going to take awhile to regain his trust. =)

Here's What Happened...

I haven't gotten enough sleep this week. I've been getting up at six-something every morning to teach the children's Bible classes at the Christian Training Series at FHU. It's been so much fun and very rewarding, but I am having the hardest time making myself go to bed earlier to compensate for getting up earlier.

I say all that to explain why I have been saying stupid things lately. Well, that and my husband is threatening to break into my blog and post the following conversation in particular. Let me set it up for you. I was standing in the kitchen, in deep thought - about dishwasher unloading probably. And Jeremy was at the other end of the room and had opened the bi-fold doors behind which our washer and dryer reside.

Jeremy: Hey, come here and smell this.
Kristen: (yanked from deep in thought) You? (I shake my head) I mean, me?
Jeremy: (incredulously) Who else is in here?? Yes, I'm talking to you.

Short and sweet. And no, we don't know what the smell was.

Is it Friday yet?