Thursday, December 28, 2006

Meaningful conversations.

At the restaurant
Jason and I had a date last night, just the two of us (the children are visiting my parents in North Carolina).

We went to our favorite little Italian place. Really it's just a hole in the wall, but the guy who owns it makes everything from scratch and Sweet LORD that is some good Italian food!

I ate one bite of my Italian Sausage Parmesan and said, "I wish I was Italian."
Jason said, "Why?"
I said, "The women are pretty and they cook really well. Plus I would get to talk with my hands!"
Jason said, "You are pretty and you do cook well. And you talk with your hands ALL THE TIME."

So guess what? Despite my pale skin, green eyes, and red/brown hair, apparently I'm Italian!


While having dinner on Tuesday night
Me: "Do you think you have any half-brothers or sisters?"
Jason: "Excuse me?"
Me: "Well, you know. Before your dad was killed. Do you think he fathered any other children?"
Jason: "Um, I don't think so."
Me: "But you don't know for sure right? Maybe you have some brothers or sisters somewhere!"
Jason (in an uninterested tone): "Hm. Maybe."
Me: "If you did have brothers and sisters would you want to meet them?"
Jason: "What?"
Me: "Well wouldn't it be cool? We could have them over for dinner! We could have cookouts! It would be great!"
Jason: "We're inviting non-existent people over to dinner now?"
Me: "I'm just sayin'!"

This morning at 6am
Jason: "ZZZZZZZZ."
Me: "Hey! Guess what?"
Jason: "ZZZZZZZZ."
Me: "Hey!"
Jason: "Zzzz- Oh. Good morning."
Me: "You know why they were taping those trash trucks by the side of the road the other day?"
Jason: "Excuse me?"
Me: "You know! You told me about those trash trucks and the camera crew?"
Jason, looking puzzled: "What?"
Me: "YOU KNOW! The trash trucks?"
Jason: "Oh. Yeah."
Me: "Well! They did this story on the news about how if you put your trash out by the road and there are boxes from expensive gifts, it will make you more likely to get robbed!"
Jason: "Oh."
Me: "Isn't that interesting?"
Jason: "Um. Didn't they already take our trash away?"
Me: "Yes!"
Jason: "Um. Okay. Have a good day."
Me: "You too!"

I love him. So freakin' much.


MSU gal said...

That Jason is a saint!

That Chick Over There said...

BAHAHA! He really is, isn't he?

I was thinking that my Christmas present to him should be to BE QUIET and stop sharing the voices in my head with him! AND I'm a morning person.

I'm so glad he loves me. I imagine I'm not the easiest person to live with! LOL!

velocibadgergirl said...

Doesn't that mean that it's okay that your family is crazy? Because you're Italian? ;)

Brown Eyed Girl said...

Right...see us Italian people we're allowed to be freaking nuts.

I think Jason deserves so serious something something for waking him at 6am to discuss GARBAGE! Oy woman.

Jeff would probably either roll over and completely ignore me..or get up out of bed to run away from me..but I'm the morning person in our relationship too!

Unknown said...

My husband is Italian and Polish. He doesn't talk with his hands but he makes a really mean sauce!

Did you notice my s/n? wopalockapino?
Here's the break-down

Wop- Italian
Lock- Polish
Pino- Filipino *that's me

Pretty neat huh?

Maybe I'll send you some of the family recipes?