Living with a Female

*Warning - This may be funny only to me.* 

Do you know what Seth said to me the other day?

He said, "What's this biscuit for?"

He was talking about the bun in my hair. It took me a while to figure this out. It also took him a while to figure out that you can't interchange different words for "bun." He is still puzzling over it.

We've had many experiences like this, where I suddenly realize that Seth has never really lived with a female before. Oh sure, he had his mother and his younger sister, but she was 12 when Seth left for his mission and then college. So really, he has no experience.

Yesterday when I was using my eyelash curler he walked into the bedroom, saw me, and promptly freaked out. "What kind of torture device is that!?! Stop It! Stop! You're going to rip your eye out!" 

I just stared at him, I think with a look that can only be described as incredulous.

His freaking out did not stop me from curling my eyelashes so he resorted to staring, eyes huge, mouth wide open, at me from over my shoulder while I finished. 

He also assumes this pose when I put on mascara. He's watched me do it at least 100 times and still he ponders out loud, "How do you keep from poking yourself in the eye?"

He's fascinated by my toe separators that I use to paint my toenails. 

He doesn't know how to put on chapstick.

He asks me every single time I choose to wear high heels, why? What are they for?

He didn't know what runs in pantyhose looked like, or even what they were.

Did I mention he has 4 brothers?

The women in Seth's life.

Chocolate Cake

Yesterday I finished writing a ten-page paper about the movie Chocolat. (Analyzing the themes of oppression in it, if you care at all)

Yesterday Seth and I went to the BYU Library and checked out some books. My selection?

Chocolat.

Needless to say I have been craving chocolate cake real bad. 

So today I decided to make some. 

Conveniently, I decided this when Seth was out of the house (hometeaching) so that I could selfishly have the spoon and the bowl (all right AND the beaters) to lick all to myself. 

Seriously, the craving is real bad.

Anyway, now I am not so patiently waiting for it to bake and I thought I would share the recipe with you. 

This chocolate cake is a recipe my mother got from her mother. And her mother (my grandma) is possibly the best cook on the face of this planet. She can empty a can of corn into a dish and heat it up in the microwave and it would still taste simply magical, much better than anyone else heating up a can of corn. 

This is my way of telling you this recipe is delicious. 

Chocolate Cake

1. Spray a Bundt pan with Pam

2. Mix: 1 box Devil's Food Cake

1 small box instant chocolate pudding

1/2 cup vegetable oil

1 cup water

3. Add: 3 eggs

1 cup (8 oz) sour cream

4. Mix again. 

5. Add: 3/4 package mini semi-sweet chocolate chips

6. Bake at 350 for 50-60 minutes.

7. Frost with milk or dark chocolate icing. 

I'm pretty sure all of you know this, but just in case .... you have to dump the cake out of the bundt pan upside down. Then frost it. And preferably after it's cooled. Otherwise the frosting will run off the cake and pool in the hole in the middle. I know this from experience. 

Or rather, I know this from watching my mother experience this. 

Seth just walked in the door and when he figured out what I was cooking, he got very hyper. 

When he gets hyper he sticks his tongue out of his mouth and shakes his head around.

It's hilarious. 

I hope this makes up for the fact that I didn't leave him any cake batter to lick up AND I am also making him clean those very cake batter-bare dishes while I write this. 

 

Note the happiness. 

I think it's from the cake. 

(this is Amanda, not me. I know half of you would be wondering so I'm throwing this in here as a preemptive strike.)

Letters

Dear Janette,
Please stop overusing me. I hurt.
-your brain

Dear Seth,
Thanks for actually taking care of me.
-the kitchen

Dear Dairy Queen,
Thanks for the blizzards. They were delicious and the perfect break from our homework.
-Janette and Seth

Dear Utah weather,
Quit playing games with my heart.
We get along so beautifully when you're good and nice. And then unexpectedly you decide to snow and rain. You've dragged my heart through the mud, as well as my shoes. And now I have to mop the kitchen floor. You jerk.
-Janette

Dear cough drops,
I love you and I want to marry you. (don't tell Janette.)
-Seth

Numbers

14: Number of books I had to buy for this semester.

3: Number of days Seth has spent working on 2 lab assignments.

8: Number of Papers I have due by next week.

42: Number of times Seth has asked me to club him over the head.

251: Number of pages I'm supposed to read this weekend.

3: Number of days Seth's main meal has been Taco Bell on campus because he has no time to come home and eat.

70: Number of days till I graduate.

63: Number of days till Seth graduates.

Hopefully we don't go insane before then.

Happy Valentine's Day

I have been sick since Friday. 

And yesterday we went and had a Valentine's Day dinner with Seth's Grandma and his brother and cousin.

Needless to say, it has not been a very romantic Valentine's Day Weekend.

Seth did go get me flowers and some Werther's candies and hasn't complained at all about how lame I've been this weekend. What a good husband.