The Husband Chronicles

In order to ensure that I don't get in trouble later, from now on I will be chronicling my adventures as a new husband. Any stories may seem fabricated to other points of view, but that's just what they are: points of view. Anything I write will be how I saw it. With that being said, enjoy episode one!

Episode 1: The Fiber Powder Debacle

As most of my readers know, I am recently married and happily so! Liz is by far my best friend, perfect roommate, and the greatest person I know. She is so adorable that lately when we get in a tiff, I tend to laugh instead of get angry!

It started when were cooking turkey burgers for dinner (I must admit by the way, my best batch yet). Liz had to grab something from the pantry. While pulling it out from the shelving, her canister of fiber plopped out onto the ground and spilled everywhere. Not that much of a deal for a normal living situation, but since we didn't have the space for our wedding gifts (they're coming in on Saturday), we were mop-less, Swiffer-less, and broom-less. We were stranded on the linoleum floor looking helplessly around trying to figure what to do.

I started to get frustrated from the fact that I hate spills. I really do! It definitely stems from Starbucks. Whenever a milk pitcher is dropped, it spells an extra 2 minute wait time on all drinks, PLUS a longer line of drinks because we don't have a pause button.

Immediately then, my mind switched to Starbucks mode and wanted to become inventive with what we have. Liz immediately ran to grab one of our brand new towels.

R: "Liz, what are you doing?"
L: "Grabbing a towel honey!"
R: "A paper towel will pick this up just as well as a normal towel, but it will be cheaper."
L: "No it won't. Besides we're almost out of paper towels and we need them."

By this time I'm completely confused. I thought that spending the 3.00 it takes to wash a towel was more expensive than buying more paper towels. So now there's a quote floating around Liz's blog: "Well towels are for bodies, paper towels are for messes". And yes, I did say something to that light. It's the way God intended it. Besides, I didn't like the thought of using a nice new towel for that.

The result: I grabbed a roll of toilet paper and used a Liz-picked George Foreman tray (I asked for a cup, but she's right it DID work better) to clean the mess up.

Needless to say that after our bickering, we ended up laughing the matter off. So far, I'm really enjoying this whole marriage lifestyle. It's like a never-ending sleepover with great food!