Top 100 Ways I Know I Married the Right Man No. 74

74. Sometimes, he acts frighteningly similar to my father. For example, a conversation we had this morning:


Me: What's the weather supposed to be like today?
Bert: Great for landing on Mars!!!


He's been glued to his NASA and JPL apps all day and is seriously considering staying up till 1:30 a.m. to see if Curiosity makes it. I consulted with the Momster this afternoon, and she reports that Papa V. is exhibiting similar behavior. I am doing my best to encourage him and suggested we pull out the aluminum foil and make some hats to celebrate. We'll see how it goes. ;)

Top 100 Ways You Know You Live In NOVA: No. 98

98. You hit a new low of pretentiousness where an ice cream shop has the gall to not carry sprinkles because "the ice cream tastes too good for sprinkles."

News flash, scooper party-pooper. (Yes, I thought that one up on my own.)

1. Desiring sprinkles has nothing to do with the flavor of the ice cream. It's a texture thing. Obviously, you've never heard of those ice cream aficionados known as chunk spelunkers. (That's a Ben & Jerry's term. Can't take the credit for that one.) Nor do you seem to take them seriously. I'm almost offended.

2. Your ice cream wasn't that good. Not even close.

Oh well. Live, learn, and check that place off the list. Should've gone across the street. ;)

(Sorry for the lack of blogging lately. Work's been a bear. My old boss retired Friday and my new one starts a week from Wednesday, so it's been a bit nuts. I didn't get out of bed until 3 p.m. yesterday, which roughly translates to DEFCON 2 as far as my health prognosis goes. Feeling much better today though. Even with the disappointing ice cream cone. :)