Day 45 of 61

Day 45 of 61: Life with the "Post Man" Part 1. (He deserves at least two)

It has been four and a half glorious years with my boyfriend, aka the "Post Man." His last name is Post, therefore the original nickname. Some of his friends know him as "f*****g Post!" With out the Post Man, this journey of 61 days would be absolutely unbearable. Yet, for some reason I can't deny that life with the Post Man is a journey all of its own.

For example, yesterday morning, He didn't fail to shock or put me into hysterical fits of laughter. Picture this: Loving couple at 7 am in the morning, at a chic, local, family coffee shop. (emphasis on family) We are waiting for our meals, as we relax. Out of nowhere, the following is our conversation:

Post Man: "Babe, what do you think those pictures on the wall are? What do they look like to you?"
Me: "Those ones up there? Um, they are martini glasses." (this is the obvious answer)
Post Man: "Martini glasses? No, they aren't martini glasses, why would there be pictures of martini glasses in here?
Me: "Why what do you think they are?"
Post Man: Birthing canals
Me: "WHAT!?!?!? Birthing canals?"
Post Man: "They're not martini glasses. Gimme me a pen? Do you have one?"
Me: Birthing canals? This is a family place!"
Post Man: "Gimme a pen. Do you have one in your bag?"
Me: "Why? What do you need it for?" (as I reach into my bag, find one, and hand it over to him)

The Post Man then proceeds to grab his napkin and brushes it flat. He then decides to scribble down his vision of a birthing canal. He draws dark circles to resemble his "ovaries." Dark circle here, and at the other side, dark circle here.

Post Man: "See, these are the ovaries." Those pictures are of birthing canals not martini glasses."

I am so0000000 beyond hysterical. I'm crying so ridiculously hard that I'm crying. My eye make-up is smearing, and my stomach hurts from the insane fits of laughter. This is outrageous! A grown, conservative man waiting for his eggs and toast, sees birthing canals. Imagine how creative his imagination would go if a doc showed him ink blots. He'd be admitted.

Post Man: "See."
Me: "See? Your crazy? What man sees birthing canals in a family place?"

I continue to thank him for the perfect blog story. Thank you Post Man. Thank you for the anatomy class at 7 am.

Tune into tomorrow for Life with the Post Man Part II.

Sincerely,
Discouraged Shopaholic