So I meant to post this last night, but Hubby was stepping in with my love affair with DELL. So I'm sneaking in on the side while he's at work and Bug is sleeping. :-) It's funny how when you start a blog, suddenly you start thinking, "Oh, I'm totally going to have to blog about this!" Unfortunately, I said that thought aloud, and my Darling Dearest totally made fun of me by doing a Carrie Bradshaw/Gossip Girl impression. You know how Sarah Jessica Parker's character sits at the computer writing all of these deep thoughts in her lingerie?? So that's me, RIGHT??? Minus the deep thoughts or lingerie. Hmmm, guess that just leaves me sitting at a computer. :-( Oh well! Back to my hubby's impersonation--------- In the most girly voice ever (clearly not mine if you've ever heard me talk), he said, "Dear blog....bla bla bla bla bla bla bla....XOXO, FTM." He was clearly trying to make fun of me because he knew I was going to tease him by telling the following story:
Last night, I was spending some QT with Darling Dearest doing what I love most---watching So You Think You Can Dance---and forcing him to join me in doing what I love most. Anyway, he remembered that we bought goodies for S'mores a week and a half ago when my college bestie from Tampa and her fam came up to visit. Well, we didn't end up making the S'mores with them because we were so busy stuffing our mouths with apple crisp, cookies, and other delectable treats. So we still had all the S'more supplies ready to rock and roll for our eating pleasure. Anyway, I thought we'd make them on the stove for several reasons: 1. SYTYCD was on and I was not about to leave my television even for a minute, 2. I was in my pjs and was not about to head outside to get the fire pit going (even though we have yet to use it since we bought it, and I'm dying to), and 3. Did I mention SYTYCD was on??
Darling Dearest got all the supplies lined up and ready to go: Publix-brand (yes, I've become that girl on certain things) marshmallows and graham crackers and Hershey chocolate, when he asks me this: How do you melt the chocolate?? Do you put it in the microwave?? This was when the world stopped turning for me and my mouth hung open. Let it be known, that I've known my husband for over 10 years and we have been together for the vast majority of it...so there's not much that makes my world stop turning when he comes to him. It hit me---OH MY GOSH, Darling Dearest has never made a S'more before!!! Is that even American?? I couldn't even contemplate the idea that hubby has gone nearly 30 years of his life without making a single S'more and needed a S'more tutorial!! I mean, do you know ANYONE who hasn't had a S'more??
After he confirmed my suspicion, I suddenly felt like he was a small boy who needed all my attention. I paused my SYTYCD, got my p.j.ed booty off the couch, and went over to share this first time experience with my love. Major disappointment that his first time was going to be over a stove with generic supplies. Who wants their first time to be second-hand?? Boo to that! BUT, we proceeded with the American rite-of-passage and ate up our stove-made S'mores. Note to self for next time: Publix graham crackers don't hold a candle to regular brands.
All of this hype, and my poor, inexperienced husband's first time was "sub-par" in his words. SAD!! Maybe we'll make a special occasion this weekend to break out a couple firsts: Having a fire in our "new" (but purchased months ago) fire pit and making NON-generic, over a REAL fire S'mores, so the hubby can have his first time at a REAL S'more!!