When Race and I started living together we had some serious
adjustments to make, however the biggest one was concerning the ice maker…yes
you read that right. You see Race loves ice tea, and goes through about a
pitcher and a half a day. Apparently,
our ice maker was not keeping up with the iced tea makers’ needs, therefore
every time I would go to get a few cubes for my serious Dr. Pepper addiction, I
would get a loud sigh from him. Sadly, this was probably one of the longest
running annoyances I have ever had with my husband…I mean seriously, who is he
to get mad when I put ice in my drink…Ridiculous. So one day I got mad after a
sigh and dumped all of the ice out of the ice maker…on the floor...ya know to make a serious
point…yes my maturity is astounding.
Race said nothing, but was obviously annoyed. The next day I came home
and Race had googled how to make our ice maker work for our extensive ice
needs, and found out there are several things you can do to make an ice maker
work faster (who knew?), including taking off the lever that made the ice maker stop when it was getting full, he also went and bought ice cube trays….Lesson
learned: In the end, we found a compromise, over probably the most ridiculous
fight we've ever had (x10), but here I am right now drinking a Dr. Pepper…with
4 ice cubes…actually I’m drinking wine (lots of it actually, don’t judge it’s my anniversary...kind of)…but you get the idea.
Right before we got married, Race got horrible food
poisoning, so horrible that, that night he slept on the bathroom floor. I took
him to the doctor, being the great fiance I was. After the doctor looks over
him for a while, and writes out some prescriptions she pulled me aside. She tells me in a complete serious matter,
that she will require a stool sample, and expects me to get it for
her….ummm….at first I laughed , assuming this was a joke (I don’t even do this
with my dogs), then I asked her how she expected me to get this sample. I must
have blocked out the actual instructions, because we went home that day and I
still had no idea how to accomplish this task. When I told Race what the doctor
told me to do he basically called me a liar…and said: “people don’t actually do
that do they?”…I said “apparently.”…In the end, just this conversation caused
some awkwardness, that now 4 years later, we probably wouldn’t even blink an eye
at, and Race could barely look at me the rest of that day. It’s safe to say, I
did not get the doctor the sample she required, and actually we never went back
to that doctor again…Lesson learned: There are some things a husband and wife
shouldn’t do together…and there are some things that will seriously kill your
sex life and getting a stool sample from your spouse is probably one of them…
One day we were at Target shopping. I was buying hangers and
my husband was SUPPOSED to be in the movie department….After finding my
hangers, I walked to the movies to find my handsome husband, in his khaki
shorts and Jayhawk hoodie facing the other way…Trying to be cute…or annoying… I
started repeatedly poking him in the butt with the hangers (because that’s what
normal people would do right?)…Anyways, after a few seconds of this, the man,
that was quite obviously not my husband, turned around to face me, with a
terrified look on his face….and I can hear Race cracking up behind me…Lesson
learned: You don't know everything about your partner, and you should probably wear your glasses when shopping...or poking someone in the a$$ with hangers...
