I was making cookies tonight and as I started splattering and spilling ingredients all over myself I made the comment that I probably needed to put an apron on.

Bryce looked at me, then in all seriousness said:

"Will any of your aprons even fit you right now?"

I'm trying to chalk this up to a skewed male understanding of how aprons work. As any woman knows, a generic tie-in-the-back apron will pretty much fit anything. They're one size fits all. Thick or thin, rotund or slim, most aprons will fit any person.

I'm trying not to let his comment (which under the surface meant "you've become enormous and absolutely nothing else fits you right now") make me feel bad about eating those cookies that I just made. They look too delicious!

He Knew!

Bryce has been holding out on me in a BIG way!

Since moving to Indiana we have only gotten one channel on our old, trashy TV. This is not a bad thing because (A) the channel we got was NBC; The Office, Biggest Loser, basically everything I need. And (B) when you only get one channel you don't watch that much TV. And I really didn't mind.HOWEVER, I have a few guilty pleasure TV shows and they are all found on one channel.

Dare I admit that I love, love, LOVE Gossip Girl, 90210, Privileged, and don't ever forget ANTM. I know every single one of these shows is trashy, trivial and an enormous waste of time. But, we all have our weaknesses. I watch these shows online, which is fine, but it's more fun to watch it on TV and you can only see that Go Fresh! Dove body wash commercial so many times before you decide that even the drama of Blair and Serena is not worth the agony of the same jingles every commercial break.

We got our digital converter box in April and I knew we got some new channels, but I didn't bother to check because I didn't want to open that Pandora's box and start watching more TV, and I figured we didn't get the CW anyway. Monday night I was a huge bundle of nerves, agitation, and all the stress that comes with making a big life-changing decision I just NEEDED to watch me some Gossip Girl. I needed to lose myself in the inane/wonderful senselessness of it all. I fired up my laptop, got cozy on the couch and told Bryce I would be there for awhile because I had several episodes to catch up on. He laughed because he knew how serious I was and then commented. "I'm surprised you haven't been watching them on TV, you know we get that channel now, right?" Oh, he knew I didn't not know!

Seriously, this is almost a deal breaker. We do not not tell our spouses such vital information. I'm Serious.