Monday will be 9 months for me and The Boy, though we’ve both stated how it feels like much longer (in a good way). Considering he says quite a few entertaining things, and I’m sort of strapped for a blog post this week (been lazy lately)… I figure I’ll take all of his wonderful little one-liners I’ve written down and post them to share. I hope you find as much entertainment in them as I have!
“Actually Sounds Appetizing”
A while back I made myself some oatmeal for dinner (surprise, surprise).
I started with my usual base (oatmeal and peanut butter) and then chopped up and threw in two golden delicious apples, along with just a little cinnamon. When I told him what I made, The Boy replied, “Actually sounds appetizing”
I simply replied with, “Everything else I cook is appetizing too. You’re just a whimp.”
Another time he asked me what I was doing, I told him cooking dinner. Before he even knew what I was making, he responded, “Ew.”
My Mango Sorbet
For a while during last summer, The Boy would get out of school around 11:15 then come to my house and we’d go off to find adventures.
It took him about half an hour to get to my house, so by the time he got there I would be eating lunch or in the process of making lunch.
The most memorable time was when I made my favorable mango sorbet.
This particular time, I chose to crush up some Peanut Butter Captain Crunch on top.
“Looks like a clump of butter with stuff crushed on top.”
Peanut Butter Jars
I was looking around on Amazon for kitchen things the other night, and I sent this link to The Boy and Pyro: Amazon: Rubbermaid Commercial Products
I sent a caption “I found the peanut butter containers.”
The Boy’s reply? “32. oz per meal?”
Isn’t he sweet?
Though…I guess it’s a valid question.
He may make a lot of jokes…But he’s pretty awesome sometimes too.
While my boyfriend is one of the first to make fun of me and has one of the biggest aversions to my food, he is exceedingly sweet.
The Washington County Fair comes around once a year for a week in August. Both of us had taken the day off from work so we could go enjoy a full day of fair funness. Plus, I wanted to see Casey James who wasn’t playing till 8:30.
This meant I’d be away from Hannah-friendly food for the majority of the day.
Let’s face it, think of fair food, what there could possibly be labeled healthy let alone fit my diet?
I only had to worry about my afternoon snack and my dinner, but dinner is kind of a major meal. I had packed a couple bars and also a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich for dinner. I had also figured I’d sneak a bowl of ice cream at some point during the trip (I was right, it was delicious).
We also decided to share some Dells. That big container was gone in...15 minutes? Yea about that.
Not being used to other people remembering my food issues, I found it incredibly charming when my boyfriend opened his lunchbox. He had packed accordingly:
A pack of raisins. A bag of peanuts. A peanut butter sandwich on Hannah-safe bread. And since he remembered that I like horseradish mustard on my peanut butter sandwiches, he brought along a small jar of dijon mustard. He said he hadn’t put it on the sandwich because he wasn’t sure if I liked that type, but brought it just in case.
His preparation came in handy. Trying to leave the fair we sat in his car for a good hour to an hour and a half with traffic not moving. The pack of peanuts worked as a good late night snack.
“I ran into some Hannah Problems”
On a random trip to Wal-Mart, The Boy bought me two jars of peanut butter. One was a large plastic jar of Planters all natural. The second happened to be a jar of Smucker’s Goobers. A glass jar.
Walking from the car to my house, I stuffed my arms to avoid making two trips.
I had seen how this was going to end once I’d stepped out of the car, but I chanced it anyways.
I shouldn’t have.
Bringing my key to the door, unlocking the door, opening the door, and down it goes.
My glass jar of peanut butter, gracefully fell met my stone step.
The Boy comforted me and then brought me upstairs (it had been a rough day and the broken jar was the last straw). As he left, I was left with the impression he went off to play airsoft with some of our friends. About an hour later he came back with a jar of Teddie all natural (unsalted because he remembered I don’t like salt) and a Welches Strawberry Jelly (because he also remembered I don’t like grape). As it turns out, he had drove to about 3 different stores around town looking for the Strawberry Smucker’s Goobers jar. Which, he couldn’t find.
His text to explain why he was going to be late to airsoft “I ran into some Hannah Problems.”
I could have been offended by it, but he’d worked to hard to being me what I’d wanted.
Somedays he makes up for all the jokes. :)
I swear, my blog is going to make my boyfriend famous.