Day 25 in the January Blog a Day challenge Is el oh vee ee or Love. Originally I was going to cop out and take nature photos that looked like each letter and Photoshop (aka Paint) them all together into the word LOVE. Our back deck rail would make a lovely E.
But it’s cold here. Really cold. And I watched Glee while boxing up old clothes during toddler naptime so no picture taking occurred.
Warm and cozy, I decided instead to share with you how I know The Husband loves me.
Let me begin by stating for the OFFICIAL record that I am NOT a Yankees Fan. It’s cool if you are, but I’m not. Never have been, never will be. This is not negotiable. Let me also state that The Husband is NOT a Yankees fan either. Never has been, never will be and you could offer him a million dollars and he still wouldn’t root for the Yankees.
Eons ago, The Husband and I first met while walking our dogs in a local park. He was in town for two years getting his Masters Degree and had just gotten himself the cutest, most innocent looking lab puppy with the softest ears ever. This was pre reign of destruction of course. One fateful day, just after my car’s gas gauge had busted, I took The Snoops to that very same park. I was sitting on a set on concrete stairs having recently been on the most BORING date ever with the pharmacist at the local drug store. I looked up to the puffy white clouds and thought to myself It’s high time a decent man came along.
Literally ten seconds later The Husband and his pooch walked by. His dog pulled at my dog, my dog pulled at his dog and we introduced ourselves. What followed was an hour long jaunt that could only be found in a Romantic Comedy as our dogs’ leashes constantly intertwined and we had to stop every fifteen feet to untangle them. I think we walked maybe a quarter mile.
During that quarter mile we discussed the obligatory likes and dislikes and we found out we both loved watching baseball. Coming from different home towns we rooted for different teams but they were in different leagues so it didn’t seem like too much of a deal breaker as they rarely ever even played each other.
Let me also mention quickly, as if you didn’t know this from reading my blog, that I like to make jokes. Always have, always will.
Our walk and budding relationship came to a virtual precipice when I, in typical Joanna style, cracked a joke about how my favorite baseball team was so bad that year I might as well just start rooting for the Yankees.
This is how I know The Husband loves me, because to this very day he does not believe I was kidding and he married me anyway. The Husband REALLY hates the Yankees.
That, my friends, is love.
To catch up on my January Blog a Day posts:
Tomorrow is Winter / Summer. This will most likely be some fun snow pics of Sweetey Petey. See ya then.
P.S. I really do hate the Yankees.
Question of the Day: What baseball team do you root for?