Gender Roles -

It turns out that losing an appendix is expensive. We have insurance, but patient responsibility and deductible start to add up. Sammie had set aside the next couple of months to devote to studying for the GMAT, which he hopes to take this summer. However, when a friend of mine approached him about shooting her wedding in a couple of weeks, he jumped at the chance. He told me later that he did it to pay the hospital bills for my surgery.

So... I watch Sammie come home from a full day's work, sit down at his computer, and start working on pictures until late in the evening. Often, he'll take a break to spend time with me and then keep working after I've gone to bed. I try to fix meals and keep up on the housework so he doesn't have to worry about that.

Last night, feeling emotional, I expressed my gratitude to him for taking such good care of me. I then attempted to comment on how we were falling into traditional gender roles already--he was worrying about finances, I was taking care of things at home. (It's so nice, by the way! It feels so natural.) I only got as far as "Sammie, it's funny how we're falling into traditional gender roles." Following is the rest of the conversation:

Sammie: Man watches football, woman fixes dinner?
Me: No, man makes stupid joke, woman rolls her eyes.
Sammie: Or, man works two jobs to finance woman?

Woman laughs so hard, she almost has to return to hospital. Man would then have to take three jobs...

Steve Urkel?

Sammie has creative ways of putting me in a good mood. For example...

I was cranky last night. I don't know why. It was probably a combination of being tired, feeling stressed, and not eating enough chocolate. Sammie had already tried the doing-the-dishes approach, the kissing-me-on-the-cheek approach, the rubbing-my-shoulders approach, and other tactics to put me in a good mood. Finally, though, he resorted to desperate measures.

As we were on our way to bed, he came out of the bedroom wearing his pajama shorts with the waist pulled high--just under his armpits. He didn't acknowledge his new look, just went throughout the condo casually turning out the lights. As soon as I saw him, I, of course, died laughing. He finally stopped, looked at me, and with a completely straight face asked, "What? Do I look fat?"

What a goofball...

Back from vacation, kind of. We did a lot more work than vacationing. I think we need another vacation real soon. Anyways, that's not why I'm writing.

Elder Nelson was married recently and Melba, of course, pondered what it would be like to marry a member of the Twelve.

"I don't know if I could handle being married to an Apostle. Sammie, I'm glad I married you."

She didn't even realize what she was said -- to me, that's the funny part.

We haven't written in a while, not because we haven't had anything funny happen, but because the funny things that we've done as of late aren't really the sort of thing we want to post on this legally binding and potentially incriminating blog.

One funny thing that did happen, and I hope Melba isn't too emarassed that I'm writing this, was while we were driving through downtown DC on Sunday. We saw a guy wearing all black with a maroon and yellow cape. Some intital jokes about Harry Potter made us smile. But we still couldn't get over the cape. We got closer. He was obviously homeless. But, as Melba pointed out, he was more than homeless - he was "Superhomeless".