My desk is currently awash in tissue paper, foldable paper boxes, gray ribbon, scissors, double stick tape and stationery, so I figured today was as good a day as any to do another one of these posts. I bet y’all had thought I’d run out of ways to talk about myself, didn’tcha? FOOLED. YOU.
1. I will only eat smushed grilled cheese sandwiches. This involves taking a spatula and flattening the sandwich while it’s still in the pan- it makes it more crispy, thus more delicious. And that’s a scientific fact.
2. My family lived in Orlando for 3-4 years when I was little while my parents attended seminary, so when we finally moved back to Virginia, I had no idea what a change of seasons looked like. Therefore, myself and my brothers did the only logical thing we could think of on the first day of Fall: we dressed in heavy outwear [coats, boots, scarves] and tromped outside, expecting frigid temperatures and falling leaves….only to find that it was still 70 degrees out.
3. I get SUPER weepy when Christmas music comes on right after Thanksgiving- I guess I’m just so happy that it’s Christmas time again that I cry? Whatever it is, it’s embarrassing to be driving along and then break out in tears when something cheery like Sleigh Ride comes on.
4. I will NOT write with blue ink pens. I won’t do it! It has to be black ink. Either that or a pencil.
5. I’m not the only one who collected Polly Pockets, right?
6. I’m convinced that the “Lick ‘a ‘stix” included with Fun Dip are really just long, white Tums.
7. My mom and dad never did Santa with us- mom’s thing was that she didn’t want to lie to her children. THANKS FOR RUINING MY CHILDHOOD.
8. If we’re ever fortunate enough to build our own home, mark my words: it WILL have a secret passage. I read a lot of Nancy Drew books in fifth grade.
9. I really and truly enjoy the smell of gasoline. And home garages! My Granny & Pawpaw’s garage smells sooo good.
10. I’m a memories hoarder (which is probably why I’m a photographer). I saved every single corsage from every single school dance and still have all of my old dresses hanging in the closet at my parents’ house. And I’ve saved every letter and Post-It note Matt’s ever given me because “our grandchildren will want to read them! We have to have something for them to cherish when we’re old and wrinkly!”
And because every post is better with a photo, here are those photos from the trip Matt and I took to a corn maze. Those ones I completely forgot to share? Whoops.
Thank you, random stranger who offered to take our photo!
Holy SOW, that pig it huge.
Matt playing a solitary game of tetherball.
He’s going to kill me for posting this.
Just in case it wasn’t painfully obvious by the tiny little cow seats that this ride was designed for small children, here are all our fellow passengers!
This is Matt’s “Can I go now?” smile. And this is my “WE’RE AT A CORN MAZE!” smile.
Ok, so I’m a believer in NOT CHEATING. The corn maze had paths that were laid out by the maze designers, then there were paths cut by cheating McCheaters. I like to refer to them as “rogue paths.” This is Matt attempting to take a rogue path and me refusing to follow. Because I, unlike SOME, abide by the rules.
And then we saw a peacock?