today, paul and i went to run some errands before the festivities of new years began. i didn't want to wear the big sweatshirt i was wearing, so i thought i would change into a lighter jacket...
a-because our utah weather is dumb with no snow and higher temperatures and b-it was not a flattering look for my ever-growing belly.
i was in our room changing and paul didn't like how "not warm" i was looking. i told him we would be either in the car or in a store for the rest of the afternoon and i didn't want to be too hot. he kept pushing my buttons telling me that i would wear a heavy jacket...
i had had it...
"i will wear what i want when i want because i am hot and pregnant!!!"
then there was a knock at the door. my face instantly went red and paul could not contain his laughter. turns out it was the bishop bringing us something and yes, he heard me yell at my sweet husband. i did hear him tell paul "you probably deserved it" in which paul replied "i think i did."
-ash
2 years ago