
But, over these past few weeks I have noticed differences. People call me Mrs. now. It's a little creepy. The expression, "Don't make me go Snapped on your ass" escapes my lips more frequently during petty arguments. Sometimes I mean it. We watch a lot more Jeopardy. At first I thought Nick was just doing it to spite me, but now I see he really enjoys the show. There's something about being a husband that requires men to obnoxiously shout out answers then heckle the t.v. when contestants get them wrong.
For example, the other day we were watching Kids Week when one of the pre-teens blurted out the wrong answer to a fairly simple question. Staying true to fashion, Nick threw his arms up in the air and bellowed, "Oh. My. GOD. That was soooooo easy! I knew the answer to that. I did. What an idiot!"
"Sweetie, he's 12."
"He's a MORON."
I guess you could say married life is pretty sweet.
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