Mr Smith goes to Washington to find Mrs Smith

Mr Smith made me waffles this morning. I think it was supposed to be me while he was in the shower - that way breakfast would be JIT, but it wasn't. I got sucked into my blog and posting new photos from this weekend's photoshoot. Then he got ready and made breakfast and before you know it I'm at the table shoving down chocolate chip and regular crispy waffles. Then I feel lazy and as I get out of the shower I see that he's cleaning the apartment.

How-did-I-get-so-lucky-and-lazy

Oh wait, the latter part was always in existence.

I love a man who knows how to do things.

I feel like I am a wonderful audience eating kale chips instead of popcorn

(because our microwave sucks and burns the popcorn)

I guess I'll clean the bathroom. He hasn't come out directly to say he hates it, but I've gathered it by observation.

UPDATE on our weekend: Eric played in the ward's first basketball game. Not the best team, but I was entertained. I can't go to games anymore cause I attract girl scouts who basically beg us (me) with those puppy eyes to get some thin mints "oh-if-you-must-make-me." He played a great game for the record. He has so much energy on the court. We then traveled to the National Cathedral for some engagement photos I had to do. We watched "Cowboys and Indians" from red box (this is what marriage does to you). Two of my least favorite things in one, plus Harrison Ford who I really can't handle in movies anymore; he ended for me right after "What Lies Beneath." We found the perfect table for our microwave so it is out of the kitchen and gives me counter space now! We taught our primary class the difference between our spirit and our body. Pretty much ate the 1 lb. bag of twizzlers. Now what to do on our day off?

It's so cold I feel like it's limiting. Eric may go on a run. I may read a good book. I told him we need a Wii for Zumba. It's either that or my failed attempts at yoga through youtube. I mean, I'm okay with getting fat during the winter months. We don't all have Eric's metabolism. However, I'll hold on to mine as long as possible.

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