Drive-In Movie

Going to a drive-in movie is super fun, but documenting the adventure with pictures is not.

I forgot to bring my actual camera, so all I had to work with was my phone.

My thoughts:
"Hey! Let's take picture so we can always remember this! I'll do it during the previews so I don't miss the movie."

"Not too bad, but you can't even tell whose feet those are, and there is only one set of feet."

"Hah! You can't even tell what is happening in this picture!"

"Dang it, I missed the bright screen and it's black in this picture."

(Timing it as perfectly as I can) "Finally, both our feet in front of a bright-ish movie screen. Man, it's still so hard to tell that we are in a car. Maybe a flash will help."

"Oh gosh. Bad idea. Well if I can't document the movie experience, maybe I can at least get a picture of us enjoying the movie."

"HOLY COW that flash is as bright as the noonday sun and it stays on for like 30 seconds! But I'm not in the picture. Is it worth it to take another one? I'm sure all our neighboring cars are so annoyed right now."

"Nailed it"

At this point I was just to embarrassed to try to get a better picture because I thought all the neighbors were probably staring at me.

Mistakes Were Made

If you don't check who the recipient of your text is before you press send, you might just make a very funny mistake.

This morning I did my workout, and then I took a picture of my abs after. I was feeling really confident and felt like I looked so good in the picture, that in the middle of the day I texted David the image.

Only I didn't text David.

 Luckily I sent it to Kati, one of my best friends, instead of someone else.

David and I could not stop laughing. It wasn't the picture that made it funny, but the wording. "Look how sexy my bod looked this morning" Hahahah.

Vase

My mom had this huuuuge decorative vase that my grandma gave to her. After looking inside there was a bunch of trash in it, but we didn't know how to get it out. David helped me lower it to the ground on top of him, so we could shake all the trash out into a box that we could throw out. He was underneath the vase so we wouldn't break or chip it on the tile

David is just so cute and I got this embarrassing picture of him and I couldn't help but post about it.

 

Lost Keys

David normally drives the car, but for some reason last week I did. After coming in the house for an hour or so, we realized we had no idea where our car keys were. I am notorious for losing everything ever, but I figured they would turn up eventually. Thank goodness we have a spare set, but we still wanted to find them because they had our mail key on them. We searched all over the house, and David asked me the regular questions:

"When was the last time you saw them?"
"Where did you go after we got home?"
"Where could they have gone?"
Etc.

We left the next day to go to Fresno for Thanksgiving. David made a few comments about the lost keys. After getting home and still not having found them, we were worried I had permanently lost the keys.

Until David went to put on his work pants.

Do you see that green lanyard coming out of the pocket of his navy blue pants? Those are the car keys. 

For the first time in our entire relationship it was David who lost them, not me. We had a good chuckle about that for a while. 

Pumpkin Pie

David and I carpool to work. This one particular day walking to the car my hands were full with my lunch, his lunch, is luch dessert (pumpkin pie), a water bottle, and a book or something. I get into the car and set everything on my lap. His lunch and pie are in ziplock baggies, so they are kind of slippery ad slide all over the place. I am juggling too many things on my lap, so when they fall to the floor I don't bother to pick them up.

After a few minutes David worriedly asks me, "Amanda, where is my pumpkin pie?" I reply "Just around here somehwere."

He is worried enough that he makes me search for it. It wasn't on the floor like I had suspected. It also was not a very rigid pie at all, like I suspected. I mean, this thing was borderin on the softness of apple sauce. I eventually found it tucked under my left butt cheek by my seatbelt buckle. Without even feeling it I had squished his perfect slice of pie.

After David had cut his perfect slice of pie earlier that morning, it had fallen crust-up onto the floor. He thought he had escaped scott free because all that happened was a tiny layer of pie got peeled off the top and stuck to the ground. And then I came along and sat on it. Whoops. 

Harry Potter Cake

While in Philadelphia, I was told I had to get the most delicious cannoli of all time at a certain bakery. I brought one home in a box on the plane with me for David to try. During my layover he asked me how the cannoli was doing.

David: "How is the cannoli holding up?"

Me: "A little like Harry's 11th brithday cake..."

If you don't get my joke, I really don't think we can be friends. 

Knives

My mother owns the dullest steak knives on the face of this planet. I would have better luck cutting a tomato with a spoon than her knives. But I finally got her to send in her knives to get sharpened, and when they came back the first thing I did was check to see how sharp they were.

If you want to see how sharp you freshly sharpened Cutco knives are, don't do it by runing your finger along the blade. You won't feel it right away, but it will cut you because IT IS FRESHLY SHARPENED!! I don't know what I was thinking.