To start things off on a light note:
Lucy and her Fabulous Employer: *having a tolerably serious conversation*
Joey: *pops his head in* “Honey? Can I use you?”
Lucy (who has no shame): *winks at Employer* “So many different jokes, so little time.”
It’s a good thing my Fabulous Employer thinks I’m funny!
Also! I got my Brie cheese tonight! Am now in an unpasturized coma of bliss!
I didn’t have to cook tonight, which was perfect, because I had a rough rough day. I realized that this makes THREE weeks in a row where Joey has surprised me with dinner out. Maybe I should stop being surprised? Wednesdays really suck, for some unknown reason. But it does not suck at all to have a husband who recognizes when I have had a rough day, and insists on giving me a little break.
We were joking at said dinner tonight, about how I was a “mail-order bride” (a story for another day) and how in a way, moving here and getting married was a real leap of faith for me. I listened to some undeniable conviction deep inside, and made a decision that didn’t make a lot of conventional sense. And boy, are we glad I did! I mentioned, later in the conversation, that our wanting to try and have a baby is a similar leap of faith. Logically, there are plenty of reasons for us to NOT try to get pregnant in the near future. Plenty! But we both have the same conviction that this is what we want, this is the right decision. And I have a feeling that when the time comes to look back on it, we will be glad we did!
Later, I was reading Maybe Baby some more, and came across this: “Like marriage, only more so, having children is an irrational act, a total leap of faith for all who attempt it.”
Clearly I am incapable of having an original thought. Hmph. Also, clearly I was making clever, literature-worthy conversation over dinner today. So, woot!
