The Mystery is Over…

This morning has been humbiling and humilating all at once.

Let me begin by sharing our wonderful weekend. It consisted of vegging on the couch all day Saturday and getting all nice and shiney for a date and celebrating our anniversary on Sunday. Matthew picked a nice restaurant and we went out and had fun. I love just sitting with him and talking. We are both talkers. Loud talkers. And loud laughers. Seriously, we are a loud couple, the kind that everyone turns around to stare at a quiet restaurant only to realize that what sounded like a party of ten is really just two. That’s us.

It was nice and sweet and we exchanged super sweet homemade gifts (that I have yet to take pictures of…). This first year of marriage has been fun, challenging (in a positive way) and exciting. We both have learned a lot about each other and continue to learn. We have maintained a certain level of mystery. The bathroom is still off limits to the other person if the other is occupying it. And flatulance is still blamed on our evil cat Paprika and our gassy cat Chapu. But today, this morning of all mornings, a line in the mystery line was drawn and I am still cringing.

There I am watching scrolling through facebook on my phone while listening to Good Morning America in the back ground. My nose begins to itch in an awful painful way. And it’s deep inside my nose. The kind of itch that rubbing your nose with your hand can’t fix. Without thinking of the consequences and only thinking of relieving the pain- there it went, my pinky finger up my nose. Then I looked up and made eye contact with Matthew. And I wanted to die- fast.

Matthew: Yup, I saw you pick your nose.
Me: What? It was itching really bad.
Matthew: It’s okay I pick mine in the shower.
Me: You shouldn’t be standing there naked people can see you.

Then we began to discuss God only knows what because I can not remember. I was trying to control my face from turning red and focusing on playing it cool. It was horrifying!!!

Every moment that I yelled at Matthew for farting in bed or burping right before kissing completely invalidated by this act. And I know better than this! Sooooo many questions have been running through my mind since I dropped him off at work. Is he going to think I’m less attractive, less adorable (and I’m freaking adorable). Is he going to question my hygiene?

Does this make him think that he now has carte blanche to do similar things?

Will he still love me tomorrow?

And you person that just turned their nose up at this post- do not act like you have done anything like this before!

Keep it real (er, not too real though).

Cupcake and the Great One

Judy Blume stole all my blog titles…Seriously- I’m sitting here, trying to decide a title for this blog and every title happens to be a Judy Blume book. Although this is quite frustrating for me, Judy Blume should feel proud and accomplished that she made such an impact on my life that my subconcious continously reverts back to her today.

Sunday, is our one year wedding anniversary. I have been looking forward to this day since the day we exchanged vows. Why? Mostly because I am ridiuclously in love with my husband and our anniversary marks another notch in the growing older together belt. It makes this crazy dream that I never knew I wanted- real. However, I failed epically at one thing…

I forgot to order our anniversary cake. Over a month ago, I reminded myself, "don’t forget to order the cake. call the cake shop." And I forgot. This afternoon, I called the cake place and gave them my shpeel. And my eyes welled up with tears when she said the calendar was full. Then she said the sweetest, most thoughtful thing ever, " We don’t want you to go without your anniversary cake. How about we make a couple of cupcakes for you?"

The heavens parted and the voices of a thousand angels sang out, "Fuck Yeah!" So Saturday we will pick up our two cupcakes for our anniversary celebration.

The first anniversary wedding gift is supposed to be paper. The modern gift is clocks. Matthew already has an awesome Indiana Jones-esque watch that I gave him for Christmas a couple of years ago and I wanted to stay true to tradition so I decided we would exchange paper gifts. And I also said, "Hey we should make our own gifts!"

What was I thinking? Yeah, I don’t know either. I have a bazillion ideas that I can not share because Matthew reads this blog. Pictures will come later.

Thoughts of what I will create consume me- I sit at work and want to bust out the sharpies but I can’t…ugh!

I was remembering this episode of The Office, when Pam makes a comic book for Jim. I wish I was cool enough to come up with that idea first. Now, if I do that Matthew will think I’m a poser. Actually no, we both know I’m the coolest person her knows (insert smiley face).

Speaking of posers, I dressed up steam punk this weekend.