Blood Sugar

Josh was getting a little loopy and I said that his blood sugar was probably low.  When he gets low like this, we both guess what it is before the meter beeps.  He wasn't quite incoherent, just a little goofy.  I can usually get a good range by his facial expressions, skin color and his ability to hold a conversation.  I guessed 53, he guessed 42.

The meter said 41 and I had to give him a fist bump.

He said, "I was feeling a little 40."

Greetings!

I walked through our door after work tonight just as Josh was entering the living room.

He says, "Take off your clothes!"

"Why?!"

"I dunno..."

"Okay, because I'm hungry... so no."

Hippie Chicken

I've committed to buying "organic" chicken.  Josh calls it my "hippie chicken."  He was cooking last night and came into the bedroom to say,

"This chicken sucks!  I like my chicken pumped full of growth hormone and inexplicable amounts of antibiotics!"

Turns out, the chicken was delicious.

Shoot Out

This happened in Ames last night!  At first, we didn't know why the woman was shot until we realized she tried to run over a cop on foot.

Josh said, "Yeah, see, you can only get away with pointing a vehicle at a police officer once in a while."

I said, "What!?  That's ASKING to be shot at."

"Um... I know, Babe... I was being pretty sarcastic."

Without Warning

One of those haunting shows was on in the background while I was studying tonight. While Josh walked by, the host said, "And the haunting began without warning."

Josh says, "Do hauntings USUALLY start with a warning?  I mean honestly, were you expecting a note or something?"

No Sleep for Wifey

Until I finally moved out to the couch, I woke up a whopping 6 times from Josh's snoring.  His snore is pretty unique.  It really isn't all that loud usually.  However, it seriously the most irritating sound in the world. I actually took two videos of him last night so that he can hear himself.  It's insane. In addition to the snore, I'm pretty sure he also has sleep apnea.  He will periodically stop breathing all together.  He also "chews" in his sleep. It's not quite grinding, just chewing air.

Anyway, he texted me this morning and said, "Morning sug!  I'm guessing you didn't sleep well last night, huh?  Sorry if it was my fault." 

I said, "Not at ALLLL.  You were snoring worse that I've heard in a long time.  It was kinda scary."

He responds, "Probably a combination of high blood sugar and congestion.  I'm sorry, sug."

"It's okay... you couldn't help it.  I'm thinking you might need to go to a sleep clinic.  You're also chewing in your sleep, by the way.  I tried to wake you to roll over but you yelled at me so I just went to the living room.,"  I said.

He says, "I remember being mad that you woke me up at 12:30. Chewing huh?  I'm officially turning into Homer."

National Coming Out Day

So, there was something strange going on on campus today.  Seriously, there were guys running around tackling each other all over campus.  It was nuts.

I was telling Josh about it on the phone after class and he said, "Isn't there something about 'coming out' this week or something?"

"Ya, it's National Coming Out Day."

"So... maybe they were celebrating by playing 'Smear the Queer.'"

"JESUS!  You're awful babe!  Why did we even CALL it that?!"

Wishes.

I found myself entranced by the Genie Bra infomercial tonight.  It was so completely bizzarre to me... but I couldn't look away.  I came out to the living room to share with Josh how disturbed I was.

I said, "That is the STRANGEST infomercial I've ever seen."

"What is it for?" he asks.

"The Genie Bra."

"What... does it grant wishes or something?"

My Mechanic

Josh is attempting to fix the shift linkage on his truck.  CarX said a while back that it would cost over $200 to fix.  Because it was still functioning, he opted not to have it repaired.  Last night, however, it finally broke for good.  This meant he couldn't get his truck in park, and his keys are stuck in the ignition.

After some research and digging around in the truck, it turns out that a bolt broke.  Problem is, he needs to fish out the old one before he can replace it.

He says, "That little fucker is in the only place I can't reach.  He's just sitting up there giving me the finger."

Cuddling.

Josh and I don't cuddle every night and when we do, it usually lasts about 10 minutes before I role over and fall asleep.  Last night, however, I was in the mood for some cuddling.  It was a long day and we had found ourselves facing a pretty big decision to make.  I looked over at him and he said, "What?"  I inched my way forward onto his chest to give him the cue.

He says, "Oh, you just wanted to cuddle.  Okay..."

Pause.

"I was just cuddle raped."