180 Degrees

Friday night, Boo and I were on our way to meet friends for drinks when Flo-rida's "Low" came on the radio. Boo finds this song ridiculous, but never fails to sing it when it comes on the radio...twenty times a day. This time was no different, and we both started singing along..."Apple Bottom jeans, boots with the fuurrrrr..." And then it happened. Boo looked right at me, and said the four most significant words he has ever said in my presence..."when we get married." I could not believe my ears and I barely heard him finish the sentence with the suggestion that we should dance to "Low" at our wedding. Not knowing quite what to say, all I could tell him was that I would much rather dance to "Bubbly" (Boo's other love-to-hate song).

Later that night, I was waiting for Boo to emerge from the bar where he was talking to my silly, drunk Canadian friend (and ex-boss). Apparently, drunk Canadians run their mouths when they are drunk, and he said something about me that Boo found offensive. Boo came storming toward me, talking in incomplete sentences about the drunk Canadian talking shit about me. I brushed it off because a) he was drunk and b) we talk shit to each other all the time. Boo continued on about it the whole way home, as I tried to convince him it was no big deal. As we got into bed, he finally agreed that the drunk Canadian was probably just being silly, but whatever offensive words Canadian said had made him realize how much he cares about me. He was getting all poignant with his words, and I half expected him to tell me he loved me.

I think Operation: Housewife could very well morph into Operation: Defined Relationship!