Dan and I got ambitious this weekend and decided to start cleaning out the baby bean's room. Dan did all of the work in there, while I cleaned the livingroom, diningroom, and attempted (and failed) to make a dent in our bedroom. Trust me, I still got the better end of that deal.
We decided the get rid of the queen size bed in the bean's room, which has not moved since Dan got into that house years ago. He calls me into the room to show me the pile of our old condom wrappers that have collected behind the bed and the irony is so sweet - watching my husband clean up the condom wrappers in the room that we're making for our child.
I can tell you right now, that Dan is disgusted that I am even talking about this with you. It went like this,
L: Oh my god, look at all those condom wrappers, how ironc huh?
D: Do not write about this on my space.
L:Wait, wait, don't pick them up I have to get the camera!
D:Lawton, you are not posting a picture of this on myspace, that is so gross!
L: It's not gross Dan, it's funny. Gross would be if there were used condoms back here. Are there?
L: See, so it's ironic. It's funny.
D: Fine, but you cannot post those picture on myspace.
L: Don't censor me.
D: Don't post it.
L: Did you want to go buy paint?
D: Yeah, do you want to eat something too?
L: Yeah, let's go to that salad bar on Southern, I've never been there.