For the first time in eighteen months, Aaron and I watched a movie in one sitting, which almost sounds neglectful. We all ate pizza around our poor excuse for a coffee table and watched Tina Fey and Steve Carell make fun of people like us in the movie Date Night. The premise is probably obvious—a married couple goes on a “date night” that changes their lives forever. According to the movie, married couples everywhere are looking for ways to avoid becoming nothing more than “great roommates.”
But I’m not sure this is a fate we should strive so hard to avoid. I like being Aaron’s roommate, and, in fact, was sure to tell him the other day how good “life partner” looked on him when he came home from a long day at work and initiated a massive family circle-of-life hug. It’s kind of fun doing the dishes together and making up roommate code. For instance, our new favorite word is “requestion,” which was born to describe this kind of interaction:
“Are you going to change Clara’s diaper?”
“Are you going to bring the dogs in from the yard?”
Well, that depends. Is that a request or a question? Neither. It’s the best of both worlds. It’s an opportunity for you to choose to do what I think you should. It’s a requestion.
I also like to sit close on the couch and divert Aaron’s attention from important matters by asking him if he loves me. Tonight, he says, “Yes, I love you, but I’m watching football.”
Which would be understandable except it wasn’t even real football. It was television drama series football, Friday Night Lights. Which would be understandable except it wasn’t even a real show; it was the 2009 season on DVD. In other words, we know who wins.
I actually win, and here’s my reward:
We love you all and miss those of you south of the Canadian border:)