Sunday, June 26, 2011

1990 Called, They Want Their Punchline Back...

I walked into the kitchen, and Andrew was standing there with a hammer. He had a nail in the other hand. 
I watched him strike the nail, driving it into the wall until it was where he wanted it. He then turned and smiled at me. 
I smiled back.Then, with 100% seriousness, I yelled out "STOP! Hammer Time!". At that very instant, we both simultaneously broke out into a really bad McHammer dance, complete with me singing "ohhh ohh oh ohhhh" and the two of us, shimmying ridiculously across the kitchen floor. We are SO choreographically challenged.

Click know you can't help yourself....

I don't know what is more amazing, the fact that no one got hurt during this process...or the fact that we both knew exactly what the other was thinking.  At that moment, I couldn't be more ashamed/proud of our relationship. We really are two mentally damaged peas in a pod. 

I cannot imagine what our neighbors must think. All I know, is they "Can't Touch This". 

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