Conversation between Shane and I tonight....
Scenario: Georgie had just recently gone to bed. I was watching 'You've got mail' in the lounge room and Shane was in the office working on his Communion message for Sunday.
Me: (Coming into the office) Hey honey, can I look at something on the computer for a second?
Shane: (Grumpy) Oh, fine- but be quick, I had just found the verse I wanted.
Me: (looking up 'You've got mail' images on Google- [gotta love it]!- and then looking at a picture of Meg Ryan.) What do you think I'd look like with that haircut?
Shane: I think you don't need to get your hair cut, because you'll just get it short and then come home all sad because they won't have gotten it right and you'll wish you're hair was long again. Then you'll moan about how you can't put your hair up and I'll have to listen to it.
Me: Yeah, but I always wear it up anyway.
Shane: And you say that every time, and every time you get it cut short, wait for it to grow long enough for you to tie up and then wear it up again. Do what you want to your hair- just don't moan to me about it. And tell the people down the road to stop playing their music so loud.
Me: You're a grumpy old man tonight aren't you?
Shane: Yes, I can't wait until I have grey hair and wrinkles and can be a grumpy old man and nobody will think anything of my grumpiness because I'll be an old man. This Communion message is going nowhere.
Me: Love you. You want a hot chocolate?
I love being married. Sometimes it's so, so hard, but it's really nice. In other news, I'm thinking of getting my hair cut short, what do you think?