Smug Marrieds: The Undead

Sometimes small slices of life can say volumes about a marriage...

Blair and I went grocery shopping early this morning and as we got into the car I said, "Brrrr." 

"Really?" said Blair. "I think it's nice out."

For a response, I held one of my hands against his cheek. He jerked away. "Woman! You're cold." He started the car and muttered, "Damn undead..." 

Cheers,

Dena

Smug Marrieds: Words of Encouragement

Last night at dinner Blair says, "You need to go back and read your blog entry."

"Which one?" I ask. 

"September 19th." 

"Why?"

"Because that's where you talk about finding your new running mantra of 'I don't stop when I'm tired, I stop when I'm finished.'"

"And...?"

"And you didn't do that at Salem Lake."

"Well that's pleasant," I say. "Would you like me to just bend over so you have a better target for when you kick me again?"

"In fact," Blair said, ignorning me, "Your new mantra should be something like (and here he raised his voice to his high-pitched "Dena voice"), 'I don't stop... unless I get kind of tired or out of sorts or it's, like, really hard or maybe I'm having a bad hair day.'" He took a bite of food and smiled at me. 

"What the hell?" I ask. "Did you drink a bottle of mean juice today?"

"I just think you should be careful of false advertising." 

Actually, I thought of that mantra over and over during the Salem Lake run. I also decided around mile 12, pretty much like Blair said, that I was getting myself a new friggin' mantra. I had a few in mind but I think now I'm going to go with something like:

"Run. Just to show the husband he's not right." 

Cheers,

Dena