Embarking on a spontaneous weekend getaway to St. Augustine and listening to the latest Tom & Dan podcast—even though I’m not fully caught up.
Adam argues that they’re not episodic, so it shouldn’t matter and I countered that he doesn’t respect my (special brand of) OCD.
Adam: Wow, I’m totally going to tweet that.
Yeah, well, you just got SCOOPED.
The following scene takes place six months ago at a Bed, Bath, and Beyond.
Adam (placing a set of egg microwaving utensils in cart): Maybe I’ll eat more eggs for breakfast.
Me: I assure you we already own these things.
Adam: Well, I haven’t seen them, maybe we got rid of them.
Me: Whatever, can we just get the fuck out of here?
::six months later::
Me (re-organizing pantry and finding BOTH sets): See, I TOLD you we already had these things!
Adam: Oh yeah. Throw those out. Microwaved eggs are gross.
Ceiling? Ohhh, sailing! This is my first cruise, so I don’t know the jargon.
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From now on, I’m just going to record any call Adam makes to customer service personnel.
P-COK
Thank you to driftingsatellite for the nice note! You’ve inspired me to re-post your favorite cartoon!
Among the countless reasons why I love Adam, his ability to do a spot-on impression of a peacock is very high on the list.
Priorities, I has them.
(Source: danmeth.com)
instead of putting dildos and abortion kits, put milk and cereal
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Something that should go without saying
Trying to train Adam to use the shopping list app properly has proven to be a bit tricky.
A few weeks ago, I added “Special surprise day trip for Adam” on our shared calendar. I had read about the Star Trek Live exhibit at the Kennedy Space Center and figured that was right up his Trekkie alley.
I also had a hankering for rock shrimp and Dixie Crossroads is just 20 minutes away from KSC, so the day basically planned itself.
July 19, 2010 - Pic Pick: Photo with Caption
I made this for Adam when we first started dating about 8 years ago; back when I had a flair for the melodramatic and an obsession with Sarah McLachlan.
Miss that haircut, but not those glasses.
Adam was an early adopter of the iPhone. He got the first one when it came out in 2007, and has traded up every time Apple has offered a new version. Every time he’s traded up, he’s been able to sell the older version to either break even or profit from the upgrade.
Every time, he’s offered to give me his old phone and I’ve declined. It’s always the same conversation “I’ve got a buyer ready for this one, are you absolutely sure you don’t want it?” “Yes, I’m sure. I’m also sure that I would drop and break it within a week.”
Well, here we are: 3 years and 3 trades later. He—with the cajoling help from another iPhone fiend—has finally broken me down. I’m getting Adam’s “old” iPhone 3GS. The drop-and-break timer will begin when I take possession of the phone tonight. Someone should get a betting pool going.
Adam’s coming home!
