As you can imagine, we don’t get out much right now. Not that we have for a while, but definitely not much right now. Ryan is a big fan of UFC fighting, which I happily don’t understand. Sometimes unhappily if I catch sight of a cauliflower ear on the TV. Ryan discovered that a local bar was showing the fight this past Saturday. Our friends Grant and Tessa (with their little ones) came over for dinner before the fight. Ryan mentioned that Grant should join him and Grant seemed unsure about the idea. On an aside Grant had been spit up on about a half hour earlier. It wasn’t a small amount either.

It was finally time to go and Grant decided to give it a go. So off they went, Grant in his puke shirt and Ryan all hopped up on excitement at getting out of the house on a Saturday night with the fellas. Ryan got home at a reasonable hour and seemed to have had a great time. He asked me a few questions about the rest of my evening, told me about the fight, the beer, and we went to sleep. Morning rolled around and Ryan proceeded to ask me the exact same questions that he had asked me the night before, same inflection and everything. Of course, I had to let him know this. To which he told me he had no recollection of asking me these things the night before. It was like college!

I spoke to Tessa on the phone and told her about the memory lapse. She started laughing as she remembered Grant’s arrival at home. She said, “that’s funny because when he got home he was talking in a really loud voice. and yah, he was snoring too. that’s usually an indication of a good night out.”

Ryan is already researching the next big UFC match. I think Grant will not hesitate in deciding to go this time.

A few months ago our camera battery charger went missing. Ryan ordered a new one. It didn’t work. He returned it and got another new one. Sometime after we had finally gotten the situation resolved and were able to charge the battery properly, something curious happened. Through dumb luck I looked into the dark regions of our printer and saw something strange. I pulled it out and, of course, it’s the charger. I am not pointing the finger at anyone, but it’s a curious situation.

A couple of days ago I went to print something and discovered a weird, thick white line running down my document. I called Ryan in to investigate the problem. He pulled the printer apart, shook it about, and produced a pink crayon and some measuring tape. Again, very curious.

Now, you and I know who did these things, but let me tell you that I suspect there might have been some doubt in Ryan’s mind. I sense this because a while back our toilet got clogged up and I took some heat for it. Ryan – being the man of the household – plunged the toilet for us. He was really getting after it too. He returned from the bathroom – sweaty – with a trashcan, asking me to look in it. I was like, “NO. Just tell me what was clogging it up. I don’t want to see it.” He emerged victorious from this back and forth by me peering into the trashcan to see a toothbrush. After a bit of laughing, he turned to me very seriously and said, “did you do that?”. The worst part is, at the time I blamed Ryder. Since then I have thought through it and it definitely could have been me. An accident to start, but then perhaps a serious lack of follow through in retrieving the toothbrush happened. I think I might have been pregnant at the time. That’s a pretty good excuse. I will tell you though, I did not put the crayon or the measuring tape in the printer. At least I don’t think I did.