Because of my desperate need to send my last two posts further down the screen, and because I have nothing new of note to blog about, I'd like to share with you a little "Terd and Vanessa are meant to be" moment that should have been documented long ago. Now, I wouldn't necessarily say this story shines a flattering light on my dear, sweet husband... but he's in Boston right now, dutifully snoozing away. And I'm wide awake in Utah, all alone, and feeling feisty. So here we go.
Terd and I were about to be engaged when we had this sweet conversation:
Me: Baby, if I were an animal, what kind of animal would I be?
Terd: Hmmmm... I'm not sure, what do you think I'd be?
Me (thinking hard about what would most effectively stroke his ego, while still being realistic): Hmmm... you'd probably be a fox. Because you're really smart, and resourceful. And handsome! So you'd definitely be a fox. Or wait, a wolf.. cause they're still clever like a fox but more majestic and serious and powerful.... and dangerous (insert eyebrow shimmy).
Terd (clearly pleased): Really? Hmm...
Me: Yep... so, what would I be?
Brace yourselves. The following response has not been falsified or exaggerated in any way.
Terd (thinking to himself): Hmmmm... I think you'd probably be... a walrus.
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A WALRUS.
That's right. Savor it. Just let it sink right in.
You'd think this response would have been immediately followed by an upheaval of laughter on his part and a swift charlie horse delivery on mine. But it wasn't. Instead, Terd just stared at me with the sincerity of an all too-honest child. And said nothing.
His only defense, to this day, is, "what? they're cute. and they make people laugh."
Yes, Terd. That's nice.
Seems about right....
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