Spring Time

Tulips are my favorite.

Month Three: Sticking to My Guns

Three months of marriage under my belt now. The following are two rules I imposed from the start:

1. Chris may not fart in front of Kim. (And Kim would never fart in front of Chris, because as Heather knows, Kim does not fart).

2. Chris and Kim will not use the restroom in front of each other.

These rules have been strained by the fact that we have only one bathroom and sometimes I really need to pee when Chris is taking his sweet time shaving and doing other man things. Furthermore, Chris was confused as to the definition of "fart." He is now aware that it includes both audible and inaudible gas passing.

I am happy to report that except for one uncomfortably smelly incident that prompted the clarification on the definition of a fart, these rules are still intact and abided by.

April Fools - On Myself!

My last class of the day is located down a long corridor, one side of the hall lined with class room doors, the other side lined with tables and chairs for studying. As I was walking to class yesterday, I saw my friend sitting at one the tables. We were actually partners in a competition starting later that evening, so I stopped and told her I had class but that I would meet up with her afterwards to get ready for our competition. After I got out of class, I noticed that my friend was still sitting at the same table. Her backside was facing me as I walked down the hall, but I knew it was her because of her blonde hair, her size and posture, and her black suit jacket. As I approached her I gave into a last minute impulse to take advantage of the opportunity to startle her - a little innocent fun on April 1st. As I quietly leaned in toward her, I quickly blurted out, “Boo!” Her whole body jumped and she quickly turned around to see who was behind her. And that’s when I saw her face and realized this was not my friend; this was a complete stranger who just so happened to look a lot like my friend from behind. Oops – April Fools on me!