I came home from work today to find the apartment empty and "Napoleon Dynamite" playing in the DVD player. Apparently Wade had gotten bored while I was gone. I texted him and said,
"So...Napoleon Dynamite huh?"
and he answered,
"I was missing home."
ha ha ha.
Also, I have been quite discouraged with my new job this past week. For some reason, my co-workers find it extremely odd that I don't drink or smoke and that I'm MARRIED. I mean really, who gets MARRIED at your age? (direct quote) Anyway, it sometimes seems like they are ganging up on me and I find myself surrounded by people asking questions about mormons. It's not so much them ganging up on me as them being so absolutely confused and amazed by the way we live. But that is beside the point. This post is about my funny husband. So as I was complaining, he told me that this is a good missionary opportunity because I have that "glow." And I said,
"Why would anyone care about my glow when they think I'm insane?"
and he said,
"Pretty soon they will start to realize that the two go hand-in-hand.
The glow comes from being insane."
I sure love him. :)