Smug Marrieds: The Hey Cutie Scenario

You know you need to pay more attention to your spouse when...

Blair and I are sitting on different sofas in the same room, reading. I look up and am struck with how handsome he is as he concentrates on his book.

"Hi, Cutie," I say.

No response.

"Hi Cutie," I repeat. 

Nothing. 

I clear my throat and Blair looks up. "Sorry, what?" he asks.

"I was just saying, 'Hi Cutie,'" I answered.

"To me? Oh. I just assumed there was a cat walking through the room."

Classic.

Smug Marrieds: An Aha Moment

Blair and I were in Winston-Salem today, doing the last of the car shopping. After test-driving a few cars, we went to the Old 4th Street Filling Station for lunch. As we sat on the patio, enjoying the food, sunshine and ambiance, Blair sighed contentedly. 

"What do we need to do so that we can live like this every day? Just do what we want and enjoy life and not have to worry about the demands of other people?"

I took a sip of water and smiled politely at him from across the table. 

"Right you are," he said, sitting up. "So, great, we're halfway there already on the goal. Excellent. Yes." 

Cheers,

Dena

Smug Marrieds: Quiet Reflection

We interrupt these travel diaries to bring you a Smug Married update. 

Last night, bedtime. I'm wired and wide awake. Blair is half-asleep before he even hits the pillow. He's already in bed by the time I finish brushing my teeth and join him. 

"So," I say, crawling into bed. "I'm not tired at all. What shall we talk about?" 

There is a moment of silence and then Blair says, "I thought it would be nice if we could both lie here and just do a quiet reflection on our love for one another."

Snort. The guy is slick, yes?

Cheers,

Dena

Smug Marrieds: Battle of the Thin Mint Cookies

The leading cause of divorce in AmericaBlair walked in the other day and I greeted him at the front door with folded arms and a thundercloud over my head. 

"What's wrong?" he asked. 

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" I demanded. "Because I didn't think we had the kind of relationship where we kept secrets from each other. So if there's anything--anything--you want to get off your chest, I suggest you do it now." 

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Blair.

"Well why don't you just go into the kitchen and see," I said. 

Looking more concerned with each step, Blair strode down the hall toward the kitchen.

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