... that Matt said:

On food:
Me: "This whipped cream is so thick, it's almost butter."
Matt: "I know, right?? We're so lucky!!"


On manners:

Matt: Eating Chinese food in a restaurant with his fingers.
Me: "Honey."
Matt: "What?"
Me: "No."
Matt: "But they're just like little chopsticks!"
Me: "No."

One of the many excuses I've heard for not showering: "It's Pioneer Day! I'm living like them!"

On passing gas:
Matt: "I may have pooped my pants."
Me:
Matt: "Just kidding."
Me:
Matt: "Actually, maybe I did. I didn't check."

While making me breakfast:
Matt: "You take this piece of toast, the other one has floor butter on it.
Me: "Floor butter?"
Matt: "Yeah like some butter dropped on the floor and I picked it up and put it on the bread."
Me:
Matt: "You know. Floor butter."

On having a very stylish mustache: "It's just getting to the point where I can use it like baleen."

When I told him that I would not split a disgusting Little Caesar's pretzel crust pizza with him: "I guess I'll just split it with... my stomach."

On seeing an ad for a Bariatric surgery center:
Matt: "Bariatric surgery? Is that like old gummy bear surgery?"
Me: "....... Yes."
Matt: (to the tune of Gummy Berry Juice) "Bariatric, Bariatric juuuice, Bariatric, Bariatric juuuice..."

When I asked him a question about football:
Me: "Are you embarrassed when I ask questions like that?"

Matt: "No, it's okay. They don't have football in China."


Trying to act mature:
Matt: "I'm very sophisticated."
Me: "No 'number two' jokes."
Matt: "'Number two' jokes are the height of sophistication right now."


On maintaining a well balanced diet: "Now that I'm cutting back on soda, I'm not getting as much corn syrup as I'd like."

Before he dragged me out for a night of Disco Skating:

"Honey, this is serious. I have to make sure I'm warmed up. I don't want to embarrass myself out there."

I love my Matty!!!

... that we keep ourselves busy?

We're not too exciting really. We have the occasional date night at Sonic

And every once in a while, a babysitting gig with the prettiest boy on earth

And if we really want to party, we make cinnamon rolls

Because clearly, we all love cinnamon rolls.

... that I still love the fair?

Lisa and Brian asked us to babysit for them on the weekend that the state fair was going on. So we decided to take the kiddos along with us and double our fun! Lucky for us, Dad volunteered to come along as an extra babysitter too! First up was an adorable little interactive farming center where the kids got to experience farm life:

Milking the fake cows

Planting and harvesting a garden

Riding the tractors

And selling your goods at the end of the day for a treat.

It was pretty awesome if you ask me! 

Next up was the animals! The first summer Matt and I were married, I begged him to go to the fair with me. When we got there, Matt asked me what I wanted to do. I immediately yelled, "Let's get some tickets and ride on the rides!!!" When Matt looked at me like I was a crazy person, I asked him what he wanted to do. He responded, "Let's go look at the animals!" And I said, "They have animals here??" Needless to say, we grew up with very different experiences at county fairs (I'm pretty sure my mother would have rather died than corral all us kids through a barn filled with filthy cows and pigs). That being said, it was very easy for Matt to sway me to his view of the fair: I love animals! Plus, they had real live reindeer.

Even Eloise loved it!

And they also had the largest rabbit exhibit I've seen at the fair yet.

Dream come true.

I love the fair!!!

... that I don't like BYU as much as I should?

The Williams have a tradition that they take their boys to Utah for a BYU football game once a year. Which means that Matt gets at least one free pass to go to a BYU game once a year. Just kidding, he goes whenever he wants. But I like to come to the games with him when the kids are here.

Bruncles (Brother Uncles). So fun right?

Not really for me.

I know I'm a wuss. I don't do anything physical. I should, but I don't because LAZY and OUCH. Anyway, we drove down to Provo to meet the Williams boys for the game, but we got there a little late and had to walk quite a ways (by my standards) to get dinner before the game. But when we got to dinner, I told Matt that my feet hurt. He said he was sorry as nicely as he could, and then sweetly told me that we had barely walked a mile and a half. Maybe. I am a baby. But then we had to walk the rest of the way to the stadium and my feet were seriously killing me. So I took off my shoes and felt the bottom of my feet and discovered the hugest blisters I have ever had on my feet. Seriously. I couldn't put my shoes back on because my feet hurt so bad. When I made Matt look at them, he exclaimed, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR FEET???"

I left my shoes off the rest of the game, and when it was time to walk the mile and a half back to the car, I alternated between limping barefoot and making Matt carry me on his back. And the blisters didn't go away for a week.

Good thing I love BYU.