Ten is sooo...Zen?

Hey there!  So you may or may not already know this, but I actually started to "blog" before I started my "blog."  There was a couple of posts that were done on an old Facebook profile and then a couple of posts that were done on my church's website in the discussion forum.  I thought it would be fun to do a short series of stuff previously written; appropriately starting with one I put together when Bethany and I had been married eight years.

Eight is so stinking great.

So Bethany needed the good car today that I'd taken yesterday. Today, before leaving for work in the old clunker in a foggy haze (no, not talking about the weather at that unruly hour) I made sure I grabbed the empty to-go bag--that the polite fast-food clerk handed me the day before--out of the good car. About half way into my commute, I called her up to make sure that she was still on point for where she had to be, which was just a routine post-"I-just-had-a-baby" checkup at her Docta-lady's clinic. No harm there, right? Just a surface level conversation, yes? Ahem, um, yeah, not quite. What I thought was gonna be a quick "How-my-mama-and-em-durrin?" quickly turned into a "Let's-have-a-mobile-intervention."

Didn't have much of a choice because the first thing said by her as soon as the call connected was, "You went to Chick-fil-a."

Course me being the mild-mannered guy I am, I kinda played it cool: "What?" Now you know when you say that, you might as well have a big flashing arrow point at you with words "Guilty as charged" on it. Needless to say there wasn't much more time that it took for me to confess all of it and even every single FREE thing I might have snacked on like that handful of Peanut M&M's someone at work gave me a quarter for so I could get them out of the old-timey gumball machine. Sheesh.

So she proceeds to tell me that she found crumbs in the car. Crumbs that I so adeptly allow to congregate at just about every single place I set myself down at with the intention of "breaking bread." Next thing I know, she's trying to make ME feel better by telling me she does the same thing: You know, sometimes goes and gets some tasty fast food without telling me for SOME reason or another.

Then I think out loud (a little too loud), "Whoa, hold up...how do you know exactly where it came from?!" ....

"THE CRUMBS WERE WAFFLE-FRY SHAPED, JASON."

I don't think it needs to be said that I nearly drove off the road from laughing so hard.

*SIGH* Girl-boo. You've got my number. Always have, always will. You've taken this notion of "God's favor on my life" to depths I used to be deathly afraid to fall backwards and head first into. But I'm not afraid to now. Not anymore. I love you. In about 30 seconds I'm gonna hit the "Publish" button after typing all this from my cell phone. I'm thinking it just might not work. But if not, that's okay. I had a lot of fun putting it all together. Here it goes!

Originally published 1/26/11