Monday, April 25, 2011

Married Life and Rhubarb Pie

So, late yesterday morning, The Mailman and I were on our way to Easter dinner at the In-laws.  Since it was a beautiful day, we decided to forgo the main highway and travel the 10 miles or so over the back roads.  About 1/4 of the way there, the conversation went like this:

     TM:  "Do you have any points on the gas card?"

     ME:  "No.  I used them up the last time.  Why?"

     TM:  "Well, I think..."

     ME:  (Leaning over to see the needle on EMPTY.)
            "Oh, my God!  We're not gonna make it!  You need to turn around.  It's Easter Sunday!
            They may not even be open!"

     TM:  (Smirks.)

     ME:  (Noticing smirk.)

            (Notices me noticing said smirk.  Deadpans.)
            "Hearing you talk just makes me smile.  I guess."

Well, we made it to the gas station and filled up...but I barely remember that part.  I was laughing so hard, I couldn't see straight.  I love that guy.

Later in the afternoon, I made these ornaments for my Etsy Shop.  One pink and one blue...I think they'd be perfect for a first-time Mom on Mothers' Day.

Then, we went out into the garden, and picked some rhubarb...

...and today, I made a pie.  For The Mailman.

Like I said...I love that guy.


Anonymous said...

Oh my words I love rhubarb pie. I didn't think anyone out here ate it. It's a big deal along with venison pie back on the eastern seaboard. Looks awesome.

Love chats like that with my man. They fill me up.

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