Guys it’s ‘Tini Friday Eve and I am so pumped. This has been a long week. It started with the super speeder ticket – which ONLY cost $325 btw!!! I feel like I made $200! – and it’s been a little grueling since then. Point being, I’m ready for a signature Lane Jones dirty martini. It’s not even so much about the ‘tinis, but the fact that Lane and I just plan on this evening each week to shut the rest of all the garbage out and chilllll. We talk and laugh and solve the problems of the world and reconnect. It’s just fun and usually much needed. It’s so easy to get caught up in the day to day craziness that sometimes it can feel like after we put Lila to bed, Friday night is the first time we really even look at each other all week.
A few weeks ago for example, we were running ragged. Lane had been sick for weeks and weeks, we weren’t sleeping much, work was stressful, Lane was travelling, and on and on… We were out running errands and I was in a particularly spicy mood. Despite my specific instructions, which consisted of disapproving looks, huffing and puffing, and stomping my imaginary brakes on the passenger side, Lane was driving like a crazy person. (Pot meet Kettle, yes I get it.) I was irritated with all of that, and the fact that he kept. on. sneezing. I’m not kidding, he must have sneezed 75,000 times that day. I am one of those people who is literally driven insane by repetitive noise. Put me next to someone clicking a pen top, crunching chips, or crinkling plastic and I will show you homicidal rage. So the repetitive sneezing was really just making me want to unbuckle my seatbelt and jump out of the moving vehicle. The poor man.
We were stopped at a red light, Lane was about to boil over from all of my passenger seat driving and spiciness, I was obviously annoyed beyond the point of return, and guess what? He sneezed. Again. I snapped “OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT? BLESS YOU. JUST BLESS YOU FOR THE WHOLE DAY. I’M NOT SAYING IT AGAIN.” No response.
The rest of the day went on. I’m sure I got out of my funk at some point and tried to convince Lane to love me again, which he did. I think… And a few days later when we were out, guess who had a case of the sneezies? Yours truly. Only when I was sneezing, Lane was not saying “bless you.” Finally after the third sneeze or so, I said “UHM HELLO? Aren’t you going to say ‘bless you’?” To which he calmly turned to me and replied, “Bless you. Whole Day.”
I guess I should have seen that coming.
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p.s. We have some crazy big stuff going on over here at the Jones Home… can’t wait to fill everyone in (once we know more… EEEEEEE!) and get back to some design stuff next week!