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One of these things is not like the others...

So...who can tell me what is different between this picture and the one in this entry?



In today's picture:

1. Jamie has different (and MUCH more stylish) glasses.
2. You are wearing your glasses.
3. The lighting situation was much better.
4. You are on Jamie's left, rather than his right.
5. The plant is in the foreground.
6. It was probably less humid, because your hair is bouncier. (Jamie's hair, of course, hasn't moved since 1991.)
7. You are wearing a red shirt.
8. He is touching you... er, at least in this picture he's touching you visibly. Can't speak for the last one, can't see his hands.

One problem with the two of you in a picture... the sheer sum of the IQs involved and the sheer amount of cuteons emitted may cause the film to warp.

I don't want to think about Coblings. (God, even the name...) Let me warn you, however, that people who would otherwise show some tact will not hesitate to butt in and tell you you should be trying to make babies. Last night at our housewarming party fully ninety percent of our 70 guests (and for those of us whose math skills are still below HSPT-9 standards, that's 63) made some comment either to me or to Linnea, everything from "You have a swingset! It'll be perfect for your children" to "WHY ARE YOU NOT PREGNANT YET?!"

Don't blame the name on me; silly_lilly made it up.

We've gotten people asking when we're going to have babies, and we're not even married yet, never mind housewarming a newly-owned mutual abode. :)
So why the nearly-matching glasses?
I don't know. Just happened that way. I don't think I was wearing mine when I went with him when he picked his frames out. The lady just chose a couple of frames, he tried them on, he liked the second set and asked me what I thought. I thought they looked good. He tried on a different color of the same frame design, we decided the first color worked better, and we were done.

Mine are different in that they have no visible wire rim along the bottom. Plus, his have cool magnetized-on shades with his frames, which is what he wanted. When he puts them on, all I can think is, "Hello, Mis-ter An-der-son..." :)
i don't really ask about babies...

i mean...eek! pregnancy! labour! child rearing!

and we've discussed this...it's not my fault for the Coblings, really...
tsk tsk...evasion doesn't work.

Poor Jamie is going to be working very late tonight...we won't see him at the gym tomorrow morning. The paper deadline is 6 a.m.

Poor thing's eyes are crossing, trying to read his paper-in-progress...
so...when i cancel on the gym i need to call you?
my head is splitting!
My hair has moved since 1991. It's made a visible retreat away from my forehead! At this point, I think my forehead has grown to the point where it qualifies as a five-head. :)