Our third anniversary was last Wednesday. I know, three years already. Time flies when you don't sleep all but 4 hours a night. We have two quick secrets to share for a successful marriage. First, if you are out of town traveling for business half the time does that mean your marriage will last twice as long? You be the judge. We miss each other more and enjoy each other's company more when we do see each other. It gets balanced out working from home and getting 24+ hours together. Couple that with long nights of effective communication about who is going to climb the stairs for the twelfth time at 3:30 am and viola! you have a successful marriage. Well, there is that and how to solve an argument. We prefer the roshambo method or more commonly called the rock, paper, scissors method. Who is cooking dinner tonight? Ready? 1 - 2 - 3 shoot! Sweet. I win. Enjoy cooking. Who's taking out the garbage? Roshambo. Rock crushes scissors. It's true. Your marriage never needs to reach that "who is right" stage. Who is right is simply dependent on whether or not paper covers rock, scissors cutting paper or my favorite rock pulverizing scissors. Bragging rights can last a week if you get on a strong roll or as long as best out of three. It's entirely up to you but it's really tough to complain if you are standing there holding paper when the wifey clearly has the scissors out. That's a loss. And at this age it's really hard to get away with cry baby cheating "it's not fair" antics. We already have one of those and another on the way. So, I encourage you to introduce roshambo to your significant other and watch all your arguments dissipate into rock, paper or scissors.
We had a nice night out enjoying a sunset dinner on the beach and then heading over to a swanky restaurant where we ventured into their dessert room complete with piano player (he does play requests). I will admit that I did yell out "Freebird." If you don't get it, you should. He didn't play it. He did play "pina colada" which has a legitimate name and he gave some requester quite the education. The person eventually hung up on him. I guess they just wanted to hear the song. It was a nice time. Then we got home and junior had a really tough night.
It turns out he was sick. He spent Thursday night tossing his cookies, dangerously in bed - without waking up. So, that caused a freak out. Fortunately it took place before we went to bed, which led to a family camp out on the couch for the night. That was exhausting and Carrie's parents came into town on Friday afternoon, which was a nice help. On Saturday everyone was feeling fine so we had people over and grilled out. We had a really nice night catching up and gator watching in our backyard. As the drinks flowed so did the gator sightings. We should start charging admission. We have a beautiful new lawn to gaze across now, which is fantastic. One of our buddies came into the house saying we had the best lawn in the neighborhood. Glad to hear it. (By the way the drinks were free without the compliment but I appreciate it just the same). I bought it so it's nice to know I got what I paid for. (It's not like I didn't put the hard work in. Go back about two years. I did - twice. Sometimes you have to know when to throw in the towel).
As we were wrapping up our evening, our friend the pukey bug migrated from Q to Carrie. Just after our guests left, Carrie started getting ill and was up all night on Saturday night. That made for a brutal Sunday. We literally got no sleep. I mean less than usual like an hour or two. That's saying something around here. Carrie couldn't move all day and was plastered to the couch. It was a like a solid Sunday after a rousing Saturday evening in college except she was missing the rousing Saturday night from college. She has a business trip on Monday so that means she needs to get well in a hurry and she needs to not pass it to me because I am single parenting for a couple of days. Last night the bug migrated again and moved upstairs and got Carrie's mom. So she was up last night and is also flying out this morning. Sheesh! I don't who or what brought this thing into our house, but we are really hoping no one else gets sick. Actually, everyone has gotten sick except me so when I write everyone I really mean me. Just me. Come on immune system. Thankfully I am exposed to dirty people on the regular and mostly they want to shake my hand and hack away as my seatmate on planes. I am addicted to washing my hands. I count. It's sick. I am a plus 25 as in at least 25 times a day I wash my hands and anytime I touch someone it's straight to the bathroom. You have no idea how many people walk out of the bathroom without a little soap. Seriously, I don't know where that hand has been. Alright, you get the picture. On to my wonderful son.
Here is a video of our son dancing with the dog. I came upon him and started filming but you can see he spotted me about half way through. He was having a good time. Oh, and if you think he's wearing an Iowa shirt, he is. However, it was a cleansing. We made a pact with all Iowa fans (speaking of getting sick) and we decided we would move to Iowa on a single condition - no one is allowed to buy our boy anything outside of Packer, Brewer and/or WISCONSIN gear. So, if you are an Iowa fan (I think I'm getting sick just giving you people the press) please enjoy our company and leave my poor going to Wisconsin if he wants dad to pay for college tuition son out of it. He is enjoying himself but not because of the shirt. We put it on him because he was yacking all over everything and we figured that was about the right attire for such an occasion.
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