Home is Whenever I'm with You

After about 57,128,671,903,005,275,111** trips to Bed Bath & Beyond, Walmart, and Target, Chris and I are almost situated in our new home!  (And by "almost", I mean, "Poor Chris will be hanging pictures and rearranging furniture for the next six months, and even then I won't be happy, but for now, we're too  exhausted to care more than we have.")  Who has two thumbs, and is so thrilled to have a home to share with her best friend?  This girl.

I go through many different phases: super clean, and super apathetic.  Like I said: many.  Luckily for my new hubby and our new home which has already had a few unexpected visitors, I'm currently going through the super clean mode.  There are never dishes left in the sink for more than ten minutes, the bed is made promptly each morning (and then again about four more times during the day following nights that Chris has worked because he has to sleep in that perfectly made bed of ours), trash is taken out often, and laundry is washed, dried, and put away.  Get this: I even cook meals and have started a nifty little food storage for that dreadful, but most likely inevitable, day when we are struggling to meet ends (whenever that may be).  Can I please just add that if this were the 50's, I would be the perfect wife.  (However, this is not the 50's, so the one thing keeping me from perfection is... well... basically my entire personality.)


Tonight has been one of the very few nights Chris has been home since we've moved in, and to reward me for being a woman of the 50's (and just because he's a great guy overall), he made a DELICIOUS meal for dinner.  I can not share the ingredients because then you'll all know exactly how to make it, and I'm pretty sure Chris keeps his recipe locked up in the same place as the one for Bush's Bean, but it was very, very tasty.  Also, it was a nice break from the stuff I throw together for myself when I'm home alone.


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Side Note: On Chris's first day of school, I made his a scrumptious breakfast consisting of many things, but I'd like to focus on the Bacon portion.  I was able to try out a lot of fun wedding gifts, including the tongs that Chris is holding (there's your ONE hint as to what he made).  The very tongs I used to flip the bacon.  The tongs that I thought would only be good for cooking bacon because they only opened 1/4 of an inch.  Just tonight, I learned that those tongs OPEN.  Full.  Blown.  Open.  And they only hardly opened because there's a hidden lock.  As for the perfect 50's wife... We'll just chalk this up to the "Der der der" part of my personality that very deceptive Oxo, which didn't even exist in the 50's (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/OXO_(brand)  <-- accurate source).


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I can not count... the amount of people who warned me that the hardest part of marriage is the first bit because it's such a huge adjustment to life.  I don't mean to toot my own horn, but thus far, marriage has be golden.  Granted, we've only been married for a few weeks, but if we can get through the move-in that we've had, I think we could probably handle having QUINTUPLETS on the first go-round (knock on wood... for Chris's sake.)  I'm going to chalk it up to the fact that  1)Thus far, I'm a 50's wife.  2) Chris is gone or asleep 80% of the time.  (Which really is a sad panda because I get so lonely!)  3) Chris is a giver... and I'm a taker.  Good pair.


Oh, yeah!  Also, we love each other.



(To those of you who were wondering about what the heck "Allipher" is supposed to mean:  That would be our celebrity name; the best mix between Allison and Christopher.  It's also Chris's nickname for me when I call him by his full name and he's responding.)





** Could possibly be an exaggeration, but it sure didn't feel like it... so it probably isn't.