We had a good --no, a great week.
Berkeley shirts for the move to UCLA housing. (Nik's brother is starting the MBA program.) It was intended to be obnoxious (Couples dressing like twins?) and ironic. No one even noticed.
Nik had four days off of work, but was editing freelance all hours of the day. He sat in the same spot all day long with those massively nerdy headphones resting on his ears, giving the illusion that he was tuned out. But then if he was brought up in a conversation he would casually slip them off and be like, "What about me?" But then five minutes later, when his opinion was needed on important matters (shower curtains) I'd have to go tap him on the shoulder after the third, "Nik?! Nik?! How about this one?!" while simultaneously dancing to get his attention, and pointing toward my computer screen. He'd take off the giant headphones, with the dazed expression that accompanies hours of staring at a screen.
Mr. Selective Hearing adorned in our niece's tea party attire.
Monday, we went to Santa Monica to celebrate our first anniversary with dinner and a guilt free shopping trip. As in, no feeling guilty about spending money on our wants rather than our needs. (Shower curtain.)
Whenever Nik and I go shopping together this bizarro Murphy's law occurs. He will find amazing deals, that just happen to be in his size. Meanwhile, there is nothing in my size on sale, and anything I do find doesn't fit. Maybe it is the universe's way of preventing us from blowing all our money on clothes. Maybe Nik has better shopping karma than me.
I've had my eye on this dress at Anthro. A maxi! With sleeves! In a print! And the fabric is light and swishy. My size was waiting to be plucked from the sales rack. However, managing to get the dang dress on was an IQ test. There was a panel on the back separate from the dress, making it feel like I was sliding on the dress, only to find out only one of my arms or some other limb was in the neck-hole or something. When I finally managed to get in the dress, it was about four inches to long. I turned to Nik for his opinion, which after much thought he replied, "You look like you should be doing a rain dance."
I've had a $12 gift card to Anthro resting in my wallet for months. Finally, accepting the fact that I was not going to save it for the sales tax on an overpriced dress, I purchased a set of journals, to replace the Moleskin set I had recently filled.
Later, when trying on boots in Urban, I absentmindedly placed the bag holding my new journals on the ground, and then neglected to pick it up. When we were heading back to the car, I had one of those moments where your body seizes up, and your arms subconsciously pat down your body, reminding you, "Hold on, we've forgotten something." Keys? Purse? Phone? And then immediately, I knew. Anthro bag. Poor Nik, he puts up with my drama so well. I sprinted back to Urban, while he went to get the car. (Because I am the paranoia queen of not getting parking tickets... We've already gotten two in the three months living here.)
BUT my shopping karma must not be as bad as I assumed, because someone found and turned in my journals. Clutching my bag, I resolved to rid myself of a pessimistic attitude. LA is not filled with journal stealers like I had assumed! Thank you random Santa Monica Samaritan!
Lastly, Nik and I ventured into the ultimate test to gauge how healthy a marriage is:
When in Rexburg, we managed a set of houses and lived in a furnished apartment. Consequently, we have not accumulated any of the necessary items one must own. (Shower curtain.) Sure, we own an abnormal amount of picture frames and an obnoxiously large television, (Wedding gift, that was Nik's idea, not mine.) but we don't own a bed. Or a couch.
So, we went to the black hole of cheap furniture and lived to tell the tale.
We discovered furniture and decorations we agreed on, (Bed-frames, media stands, desks, and curtains.) and the items we don't agree on. (Kitchen tables, desk chairs, and rugs.)
One thing we can agree on? Saturdays spent together are the best.