So, it's almost midnight and I am cramming for a functional anatomy lab midterm tomorrow and getting REALLY spent on this whole studying thing. Needless to say I am getting a little cranky. Whenever I get like this Britt springs to the rescue... a few minutes ago she started asking things like, "What will make you really happy right now?" followed by, "You want me to get you a treat? ...you want me to clean up the house? ...you want me to do a dance for you?"
Nuff said. I decided that I was going to have to take her up on that last one.
So, being the supportive wife that she is, she started dancing around the kitchen while I studied (not that kind of dance, c'mon calm down). Anywho, not 30 seconds into her charade I heard a slam! followed by an, "Ouch!" Come to find out, whilst flailing her arms about, the open dishwasher rack struck her hand. Trying not to laugh I began to say, "Britt, are you ok?" Then I heard the line of the night, "Man, that happens every time I dance in the kitchen!"
Come to find out my wife is quite the closet kitchen dancer while I am not around.
Also, she actually has had a number of run-ins with the dishwasher, countertop, chairs, cupboards, etc.
My wife is a woman of many hidden talents, I can't wait to see what she has in store for me next...
And now for something completely unrelated:
Random Wife Advice: When a husband asks, "How much was it?"
"I don't remember" is not a good answer.