The picture says it all but I'll give you the setup anyway. We spent today in Fayetteville, NC, at my brother-in-law's. My 16-year-old niece went to take a picture of Blair and me sitting on the couch and as she took aim her mom said, "Don't get that hoe in the picture."
"Hey!" said Blair. "Don't talk about my woman that way!"
Happy Holidays!!!
So it's that time of year when I find myself in the semi-awkward position of explaining to family and friends (yet again) that I don't do the exchanging presents thing. People seem okay with this concept on birthdays and anniversaries and I hardly get any pushback on President's Day, but something about Christmas seems to set them off.
It's not that I give no gifts. I diligently ask my nieces and nephews what they want for Christmas, trudge out to the store (okay, okay, so I make Blair go), buy the gifts, wrap them in bright holiday paper with bows and ribbons and hand them over with a smile that oozes good cheer.
Last week, Blair forwarded me an e-mail from his office about some sort of running group there. Apparently there's a friendly competition about who can win the most races (with age-adjusted times) or run the most miles in a year. The competition is open to the spouses and family of employees.
"I got your e-mail about the running group," I told him. "But I'm not clear on exactly how it works."
"I'm not sure either," said Blair. "I think it's just something fun all the runners do."
Hmmm.... not enough going on in life to warrant a full blog post so I'll just hit a few highlights from this past week. Heard around the Harris household:
Me, circling my arms around Blair and burying my face in his chest: "Oh, you're so warm! Blair is back!"
Blair: "I guess so."
Me, pulling back. "Hey, wait a minute. Why are you so warm?? Damnit, have you been eating meat?!"
(The guilty look said it all.)
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Under the "Would you say I'm too bossy?" category:
Blair was on the couch, looking at his wedding ring the other day. He took it off and was holding it up, squinting at it as if trying to read something on the interior of the ring.
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