In the spirit of this month being my anniversary, and the only thing I on the calendar that quarantine can't take away from me, I thought I'd take a minute to talk about Todd. Especially since Todd is the only person I see as we are trapped in a house together right now. He does leave during the day to go to his office since he can close the door and have extremely limited contact, and his job is considered essential. So that gives me some time to miss him. HA. :-)
Todd is a pretty great guy, as much as it pains me to say that. Everyone who meets him instantly loves him, and if we run into someone he went to high school with, or a friends' parents, they'll spend our whole conversational time droning on and on about how great of a guy Todd is, and how lucky I am. Spare me. haha. He has a quick whit, big sense of humor, and is the perfect amount of calm and steady to mellow out my impulsiveness. I'd like to think that I also help push him out of his comfort zone a little, and the balance works both ways. In all seriousness though, I don't know what I'd do without him, and as cliche as it sounds, I love him more everyday than the day before. Just don't tell him that - it'll go to his already overly inflated head. ;)
So what could be so terrible about being trapped in a house with him as my only human contact going on 21 days now?? Nothing, as long as you have a thick skin and don't need anyone to ever tell you anything nice.
The other day I was wearing my hair down, which is rare these days - its usually up in a bun. That's probably the most popular quarantine hairstyle right now. Now, my hair is my own personal obsession. I'm not really into make up, and don't regularly get my nails done, but I am a total hair product junkie, and have salon appointments booked out for the next 2 years. No joke. My world could be falling down around me, and I will still do my 2 hair mask regimen once a week. I love my hair long, and my stylist regularly reminds me that if I don't take care of it, and it starts looking scrappy, she's cutting it off. So I have invested in the silk pillow cases, sleep scrunchies, special brushes, best shampoos, and minimally use heat so she doesn't have to come thru with her threats. I still use the same 4 eye shadow colors the MAC stylist recommended to me my freshman year of college, have never used foundation or concealer or have any idea how to even begin contouring, but I can talk hair care products all day long. :) So I have my hair down, letting it have a moment, and Todd randomly says, "your hair is really long". I got super excited...a compliment from TODD?!? About my hair none the less!! And he noticed it wasn't just thrown up! I felt so special...my day was made!! I said, "thanks Todd...I love that you noticed that, it means a lot to me." and his response, without hesitation, no beats skipped, completely serious, he goes, "that wasn't a compliment, its just a fact". I mean, you can't argue with that. It is true - that statement is a fact! I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Not only did he not flinch at all (you know how sometimes you throw out a great one liner, but can't keep a straight face because you know its funny?), he didn't even use the fact that I was so over the moon with his "compliment" to his advantage. What would I do without him?
A few days earlier, I had been on a bit of a junk food bender thanks to quarantine and my period cravings. I had fallen asleep without brushing my teeth after chowing down more Doritos than I've had in the past year combined, and a bunch of those super addicting Costco Sanders Dark Chocolate Salted Caramels. I woke up the next morning with a canker sore. Perfect. I vaguely remember getting a canker sore as a little little kid here and there, but haven't had one in ages. They hurt! and are terribly annoying. My memory of them isn't as painful as this one actually was. Anyways, after suffering in silence for what seemed like ages, I brought it up to Todd, and rambled on and on for longer than any normal person should talk about a canker sore. Todd just doesn't really respond or acknowledge, so I just keep talking (classic scene in our house). Finally I forced him to respond by asking him if he'd ever had a canker sore. Again, without a pause, or even taking a split second to think, he comes back with, "no, I'm not a disgusting human being". Cool Todd, thanks. I can't imagine life without you. Once again, he was so quick and so dead pan, I couldn't NOT laugh. Gotta love the guy.
Here's to hoping we make it until the 28th. It'd be really nice to get this year under our belts before quarantine causes us to crash and burn. haha. It would be a bummer to only be able to say we were married for 7 years when we're just about 3 weeks away from being able to say our marriage lasted 8 years.
P.S. I wrote this post with the same amount of seriousness with which we took the below pictures. Although, Todd's comments were 100% true and serious. But we'll defiantly make it to year 8. Mostly because we can't leave the house to separate right now. ;)
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