stinky flowers, anniversary and a mouse in the house

today was a glorious spring day. blossoms are bursting over all the trees, birds chirping, sun shining, GLORIOUS. but these blossoms by our church- well, we thought they would make a great bouquet so we gather them, we get them home, and...they smell like crap. honestly, disgusting. i had to put the vase outside. i told ty, "these smell the anatomy lab!" he said they smell "like butt". uck uck uck. and we have a mouse, a big, fat, very brave mouse that has the nerve to run all over the place right in front of me. FYI- you're going down dude. soon.

more importantly 7 years ago today ty and i were married in the St. George LDS temple. that was the day i married my best friend. i love my husband SOO  much, we are SOULMATES, we are SO in love. blah blah blah. i have no idea (nor care) whether we are more in love than some or less in love than others, i only know us. and i think we are pretty rad.

so to make this anniversary post extra special, here is a list of things that we put up with each other everyday, and yet we STILL are happy.

husband:

• drives like a granny in the city. on dirt he's robby gordon, but any metropolis over 50k and he's putt putt putting all over. 
• has WAY too many hobbies. like, 6 of them, that are very expensive and time consuming.
• he won't eat mushrooms, celery or lettuce. the staples to say, oh, 90% of wife's recipes.
• he snores.
• has to have irish spring bar soap
• likes scrambled eggs instead of poached
• likes crispy burnt bacon

wife:

• never finishes anything. ANYTHING. can't even shut cupboards or close drawers when she's cooking.
• talks incessantly, and especially at night when husband is dead tired
• has an opinion about everything, and is usually right (author took some liberties on that one)
• flies by the seat of her pants-you never know when stuff is going on or who's coming over or where she is.
• leaves diapers lying around the house.
• undercooks chicken on a  regular basis
• has to have a loofah and body wash
• likes runny poached eggs instead of scrambled
• likes juicy fatty bacon

actually- the last point defines our marriage perfectly. it's all a compromise- he eats the crispy bacon and i polish off the fatty and everyone's happy.

THE END.