Y&Ike > college?

Here's a sappy post, just in time for [a week and a half after] Valentine's Day:

A few months ago, Y and I drove to my hometown and stopped at our alma mater to use the restroom, since Y has a bladder the size of a walnut (this is according to his med school friends, and they're so trustworthy I can't help but assume they know what they're talking about).

As I walked through the student union, a wave of nostalgia nearly knocked me over. I passed the computer lab where my friends and I rushed to meet on room assignment day so we could all log in at the same time to trick the system into putting us in the same apartment sophomore year. I passed the place where, about 5 years ago, Y pretended I tripped him and fell moaning to the ground, screaming why would you do this to me?! as about 50 people watched (typical Y).

I walked out of the union feeling depressed and wondering why the world was so unfair and didn't just let us stay in college forever. Then I turned toward the campus parade ground and saw this, and before I could even think about it, a huge smile was plastered on my face and I forgot about college:

tips for a great marriage

Volume 1: Y's secret to Being Right

Y: have you seen the Sellotape?


Sellotape??? What in the world is sellotape.

Y (dumbfounded): SELL-O-TAPE. Tape. Cellophane tape.

Me: I mean, I figured that's what you were talking about, but... sellotape? Who says that?

Y: Um. Everyone?! It's like Scotch tape. Here, let me repeat my question in a way you'll understand - (puts on his best redneck voice) Daci, have you seen that there sticky stuff?

Me (furiously googling "sellotape"): Wikipedia says it's a British tape brand.

Y (triumphantly): See!

Me: See?! What are you talking about? We don't live in England!

Y: So? Everyone knows that brand! (Sits down at computer innocently.)

Me: Everyone in your house knows that brand**. I get why you called it Sellotape now, but you are not allowed to get mad at me for now knowing what it is!

Y: Oh really?? Why don't you read the Wikipedia page... again.

Many Americans refer to Scotch tape as Sellotape, becuase [sic] the brand is universally recognized as a pseudonym for clear tape.

That's right, people. Y changed Wikipedia to win an argument. I think that is a testament to how awesome I am at being right. And, by the way, Wikipedia hasn't changed the entry back yet, so if you'd like to try this little trick at home, it might just work for you too.

**Y's dad is British - other fun phrases I've had to get used to include "having a lie down", "film pod", "sweeps", and "riding my footcycle".

happy wife, happy life

Are you ready for my unsolicited relationship advice?

Communication is key.

Last night during dinner, Y dropped his knife. Since he is a grown man, I figured he could take care of it and didn't think too much about it.

This morning I realized it was still on the floor. I did the best thing I knew to do in this situation -- sent Yoni this text:

A few hours later, I found this in my inbox:

See? Issue resolved, and we didn't even have to talk to each other.

Y thinks Valentine's Day is stupid...

...and I'm beginning to see his point. I mean, how romantic is a holiday where gifts are purchased as an afterthought to getting gas?

"Because nothing says I love you like a giant stuffed banana..." - Y

Even so, I'm a fan of any excuse to celebrate. And when your dog has a heart on his back, well, you just have to make a Valentine's card. My cynical husband just doesn't get one.

Happy Valentine's Day!

If you're wondering, his markings aren't that perfect. I did photoshop him just a little. But there is no denying, that is most definitely a heart.