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Thursday, September 13, 2012

it all ("officially") started in 2005


today is a very important day. for like a lot of reasons
okayyyyy it might only be for two reasons!

1. it is my anniversary. Aaron and I have been "officially" together for 7 years. I hate the officially situation because in reality it has been like 10 years... which is completely strange. I sometimes feel too young to have been with somebody this long...

someecards.com - It's remarkable how long we've tolerated each other

2. Michelle is here! well you know, here in the way that she is guesting posting in my lovely neck of the woods... don't get all judgmental on me now people.

and because it is my anniversary,
and because Michelle is cooler than me,
I'm cutting this shaz short and getting right to her fantastic post!
your welcome! you can pay me back later.





Hello friends of Amanda!



I'm Michelle, nice to meet you.



So, I recently announced over on my blog that my boyfriend of 14 months just moved in with me.

It's kind of a big deal because I've never lived with a guy before and he's never lived with a girl.



And, I mean, yeah, we were basically living together.

In fact, I can't really remember the last time we spent the night apart.



But still.



Moving in together is a big deal. Right? Right.



A lot of people have been giving their advice and telling me to be "patient" because men are slobs and they fart a lot, yadda yadda. But uh...if they only knew who the real slob was.



Yeah, me.



And speaking of farts {because that's what we were doing, right?},

it reminded me of that time where I accidentally, sort of, just a little bit, farted for the first time ever in front of him.



So, I wanted to share that story with you all.

Please enjoy my misery:



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After 8 Months of Dating, It Finally Happened.

3.21.12


Yesterday morning, my alarm went off at 7:15am, like it usually does.
I grunted, hit snooze, then cuddled up to V-Dizz, like I usually do.
After finally managing to drag myself out of bed,
I went into his bathroom {door cracked open because we're cool like that} to relieve the ol' bladder.
Like. I. Always. Do.
Except this particular morning, my nose was a little runny.
So naturally, with nothing else to do mid-stream, I grab some TP and blow my nose.
No big deal, right?
Wrong.
I sort of maybe blew too hard because it's quite possible I somehow kind of farted.
I thought maybe I got away with it until I heard from the bedroom,
"DID YOU JUST FART?!"
I quickly denied it.
People, I have mastered the art of never farting in front of this man!
Because, I'm classy. 
And I don't do that...at least to his knowledge.
How could I be so careless?!
His laughter got louder with each second that passed (no pun intended).

I quickly got ready for work, kissed him goodbye, and thought it was the end of that moment
and we'd never have to talk about it again.
Until this sweet chat popped up at work:


So that's it. It's happened.
8 months of being the perfect girl that never passes gas,
and in a quick moment of blowing my nose,
it was all taken away from me.

And let us never speak of this moment again.


...


xoxo

8 comments:

  1. 2 things.
    1. Happy anniversary!
    2. I'm sending you my guest post this weekend. For reals.

    And who is this Michelle girl? I could have sworn her name is Mish.

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  2. I hope he pops the question at dinner at The Melting Pot!! If he does, put me on speaker phone! ;)

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  3. He will go to take something out of his pocket and I'll be all, umm could you please hold, I just have to.. umm... just you know, one second!

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  4. Lmao...I hope this happens. If you call at all during that time, I'll answer the phone but won't say anything. He'll never know!

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  5. Mish, that's funniest damn story I've read in so long! I read it outloud to my husband and we were both cracking up!

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  6. LOL I love it! So funny...and I love Mish Mish's blog ;)

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  7. P.S. ten years! geez louise! That's a loooong time congrats you two <3

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  8. So help me, if you call Bre before you call me, you won't need a ring! And I love love love the fart story.

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