#1: On Way to Meet See Jane (didn't get any pictures - fail! - too much good conversation - WIN!)
(Saturday afternoon driving in mad amounts of traffic on the 110 Freeway. Chef's behind the wheel - I'm riding shotgun)
Me: What the hell are these people doing on the road?!?
Me: Get in the carpool lane before we go under that bridge into no man's land or we'll be eff'd!! Ohhhh maaaaaan - there aren't any spacers to get into the carpool lane!!
Chef: Yes there are. Just up there.
Me: No there's not!
Chef: YES THERE IS
silence as lane opens to get into the carpool lane
Chef: Let's just drive off into the sunset of our love and never look back.
Me: Dude are you for real? Where do you come up with this crap??
Chef chuckles maniacally while I shake my head so hard it almost flies off.
#2: At Fave Mexican Restaurant
(combing menus over chips, salsa and margaritas)
Me: What are you getting?
Chef: I'm not sure. How about you?
Me: I was thinking crispy chicken taco, but now I'm thinking one of their specials.
Chef: You're my especial. (pronounced ay-spay-see-al)
I stare at him. Then roll eyes.
He bursts out laughing
Me: (in deadpan voice) Seriously. What the hell is wrong with you?
He laughs even harder.
If only I had known that less than 3 hours later he would lock
the keys to my house and garage inside the garage.
*how I miss you M+O let me count the ways...numbers don't go high enough*
James Perse Cotton Cashmere Thermal
Melinda Maria Link Oxidized and Margo Circle Rings
Alexander Wang, the original Coco + Ash Ono Boots
Oh how I wish this picture could be enlarged without going off the screen.
Technology = enemy
We pull up to the garage, it's lightly raining, the Chef goes to root around for a lamp in storage before I put the car inside for the night.
Me: The lamp is in one of the boxes by the door.
Chef: Okay move the car in (as he carries big ol' floor lamp)
Me: What are you talking about? That's not a table lamp!
Me: (hollering out the window) Bedside lamp! We need the bedside lamp!
Chef: Ohhhhhhhhhh. Back up then. I have to shut the garage door.
He locates the lamp and proceeds to enter the house while I park the car thinking he has used my house keys to enter the house. I join him inside.
Me: Dude, where are my house keys? I need to re-attach them.
Chef: I don't have them (slight smirk)
Me: Don't play around. Gimme those keys (temperature is rising) I have a lot to get done tonight.
Chef: I don't have them. They must be locked in the garage.
Me: *goes off* That's the only set to the garage! My car's locked in the (profanity-laced) garage?? How the profanity am I supposed to get in there to get out in the morning?!? And several other choice words not fit for blog consumption.
Chef: Can't we just be young lovers in love? Let's just go back to where we were in the beginning!
This can only mean one thing.