You've Outdone Yourself

I didn't think it was possible, but Chris has actually reached a higher echelon of dorkiness. You probably thought that there was no place for him to go but up, but alas, he has succeeded in out-dorking Urkel.

He rode his bike to work this morning and apparently it was cold out. He had to camp out in the Cedar Crest coffee shop until the sun came up. At least that's what I would say, until the sun came up. That's what most people would say.

But, when he called me to see how my morning was going that is not what he said. He said, "I had to wait for thermal loading." Thermal loading? Are you kidding me? I had to explain to him, very patiently and kindly, that only a geek would say "thermal loading." He didn't think it was weird at all. That made it even funnier. I told him not to ask the people around him at work because they are dorks too (I have evidence of this because he will come home and tell me jokes that people at work have told him and they aren't at all funny and usually involve words like "double helix" or "time-space continuum" or "string theory"--there is no way a joke can be funny with those words--it just can't be). He matter-of-factly told me that he'd said "thermal loading" this morning to quite a few of his co-workers and no one called him on it. What a missed opportunity.

It isn't an opportunity I'm going to skip out on though.

I have one more thing to say. I don't want to shock his mom or anything, but just before we started dating, Chris talked to me for two hours one night about God and the time-space continuum. And, I would have done anything. Anything. To make him stop. I'm not saying I did, but when I heard him talking to his friend Zach about it, I warned Zach that people get taken advantage of when Chris starts talking about stuff like that. It happened to me. I ended up married four months later and now we have two dogs and a child. Beware those science guys. You think it can't happen to you.

Football's Biggest Fan

It's getting really chilly outdoors which means warm clothes and good football weather. Chris has been playing flag football with the Sandians every Saturday that we're in town. On Friday Trudy and I made the trip to my parents--Chris would come later when he got off work. Chris plays football in a park very close to their house so we planned on spending the night. It had been cold Friday morning, so I put Trudy's pink sweater on her since she loves spending the morning outside barking at who knows what. She arrived at Grammy and Granpa's (I can see Carrie rolling her eyes at their names) with the sweater on when a brilliant thought struck me. Chris would so appreciate Trudy wearing that pink sweater to his football game. But, even more than that, he would love having his jersey number on the back of her sweater. My parents very much approved of this idea, and we immediately set forth in finding black tape to make the number on the back of the sweater. My mom taped it up perfectly, and we set it aside for its grand entrance the next morning.

As Chris was getting ready for his game the next morning, I snuck Trudy in the bedroom and put her little jersey on. We let her walk around and stayed in another room until Chris spied her. We heard the "oh no!" immediately. The sweater, needless to say, did not stay on. It is so much fun to brighten the day of the person you most love. : )