Monday, March 11, 2013

Matt on Sweet Tea. . .

I was just waking up when Matt was coming to bed this morning. He works nights, which can be lonely for me, but which I can thankfully mitigate by sleeping a lot of those hours away. But, I miss him, so rather than hopping out of bed when he lays down, I lay with him for a while. He's  usually really sleepy, though, and he tends to say some pretty funny things. This morning it was something along the lines of:
"I hate the South, everyone's got a damn 'recipe' for sweet tea!" he said. "Why would anyone need a recipe for sweet tea? Is it tea? Is it sweetened? If so then I don't want it. And they're always like 'oh, you have to try my recipe for sweet tea, even if you don't like it, you'll like mine!' Ugh!" he went on, "No. I won't."

It was hilarious and it was completely my fault because I brought it up when I told him that I shared with my mom how he has a tantrum when he accidentally gets sweet tea in restaurants. I told him he clearly didn't get enough attention as a child if he thinks he needs to act out over something small like that. Thankfully, he's simmered down on the theatrical tantrums a bit. But by way of explanation he said:
"You'd be pretty pissed if you got your diet coke, put your lips around the straw, had expectations about the bubbly liquid only to suck tomato juice into your mouth. It's disgusting!"

God, I love him all the time, but there are moments when I love him more. This morning was definitely one of those moments. Now, every time I see him with tea I'm going to laugh. It's these little moments that make married life is awesome. My life is so much better with him in it.