We Aren't Cyborgs...Yet!

Ian (with his face next to my belly, speaking in a low, monotone voice): "Hello baby...this is your daddy. Don't worry. I am not scary or a robot...."

My Husband, The Genius.

I: Man, I am so awake right now even though I hardly slept last night and had a long day of driving and the beach!

G: Well, you did take that little nap in the car.

I: That was only like 20 minutes!

G: Yeah, but maybe that is all you needed! I mean, Leonardo Da Vinci did that.

I: Did what?

G: You know, he didn't sleep normal hours and slept in 20 and 30-minute intervals.

I: (Looks at me) Are you saying you think I'm just like Da Vinci?! Because that is a totally logical connection.

G: Ummmmm......(laughs)

I: I am hearing in your laugh you don't really think that.  That's sad, that you don't have confidence in me.

...the moral of the story is that my husband is EXACTLY like Leonardo Da Vinci. OBVIOUSLY.

He Don't Forget Stuff Neither.

The following was randomly inserted into weekend conversation about grocery shopping or something.

Ian: "Oh yeah so I found out there IS a Carrows over on Sepulveda by that Petco."

Gaby (excited voice): "Oh yeah? We should go."

...back to our normally scheduled programming...

How Do We End Up Here?

Ian: "Is it a twin bed in your butt?"

...don't ask.

Marriage is a Competition

On the way to dinner...

Ian: "I forgot to put my [wedding] ring back on. How about you take your ring off too and we can compete to see how many people hit on us."

He Doesn't Let You Get Away With Anything!

"For someone who doesn't like a lot of clutter, you sure do buy a lot of crap."

(In response to whether we should keep the steel-grate-pot-putter-onner-thing I just bought from Ikea)

High Class DInner

Discussion about dinner:

G: I wish we had a Coco's or a Carrows or something like that nearby. Not a Denny's though.
I: Yeah! Something more 'high class' (said with head wobble)