are we an item? girl quit playin

sometimes my holbslovah comes up with these super wacky things to say that make me question the very essence of life itself.

if you think that sounds dramatic it is because you've never lived with a redhead. DRA-MA, those gingers.

like one time, when he confessed to me his deep, dark, ultra secret crush on taylor swift, and i was all, huhwha?

or like that other time, when i got pregnant and my butt somehow went all flat like a pancake, and he said, "it's okay, i like flat butts." and i was like, are you running a temperature?

so, now that i have set the stage, this is what happened today:

"walmart shares fell three percent today" brandon said to me. 

brandon is always telling me interesting things about the stock market, and i am always trying to prove my intellectual dexterity to him by saying clever things in return. while i searched my brain for something witty to say back, something to make him appreciate me not just for my amazing ability to be short (duh), i happened to catch him silently mouthing the lyrics to "baby" while reading whatever nerdy website it was he was reading, and shoot, there went my intelligent thought, right out the window. 

i was reading the urban outfitters sale page at the time, but you didn't ask me, did you?

i suppose the biebs is basically the next obvious step after the taylor swift and the flat butts, in a forward-progression kind of way.

as i was processing all this, my husband--with the two and three-quarters graduate degrees, who just last night, when i asked him what i should blog about, said, "you should write a poem. i don't know, something literary"-- randomly said,

"guess what movie we're getting next from netflix thanks to the yours truly?

and i said, "what?"

and he said, "kick ass!"

and i was like, "is that even a real thing?"

and it turns out, IT IS.

the other day while we were making goggely faces at huck, b said, "you know, he's totally cuter than justin bieber."

so i guess it's a thing now. taylor swift, flat butts, the biebs, and battlestar galactica. that's husband for you.

huck's taste in music skews more classic rock.