Naveed and I were talking the other day about how embarrassing it would be if people actually knew how we behaved around each other when we’re alone. We might be our true selves around each other but I’m fairly sure we would never act like this around anyone else. Our jokes are never funny (but we think they’re hilarious), and it’s totally normal to have an entire conversation comprised only of snorty noises (come on, don’t tell me you don’t do weird stuff like that with your guy).
In terms of my own quirks, I bite my cuticles. Like horribly. At least one is always bleeding. The super dry skin is a side effect of my thyroid issues but I constantly have my fingers in my mouth because of it. It’s disgusting. As you can imagine, with a puppy, you clean up a certain amount of doo-dee (that’s lady speak for poo). So now every time I bite my cuticles, out of no where Nav will go YOU PICK UP POOP WITH THOSE FINGERS! And then I’m horrified. Cue red face.
This post basically all stems from the fact that I’m going to see Breaking Dawn tomorrow night at 10:16pm. ALONE. And when did midnight movies become 10pm movies? And such a specific time. Whatever, I’m happy about it. Yes, I still get really embarrassed to see movies alone. All the 13 year old girls will be judging me, no doubt. But I just can’t wait to see it during the weekend and I won’t make Naveed see it. You’re welcome, Naveed.
But really…I’m inappropriately excited to see this movie.
Until then, we’ll be practicing being super embarrassing parents to this little guy.
Thank you to all of you who commented on my last post.
I’d respond to all the comments but my responses would basically look something like this:
“Yes, I agree, he definitely is the cutest thing ever!”