Cheesie Stickies

I was deeply saddened by the fact that neglecting my milk buying duties resulted in no mashed potatoes with our dinner. T-T But the pasta was so yummy that I got over it relatively quickly. Killing big monsters of doom via Final Fantasy XII kind of removed whatever melancholy may have been left after that. Yay for nerdom!

I've been working on transferring my archives of private journals over here slowly but surely. Unfortunately the service I was using as a public journal for about two years died and all my entries went with it. So that sucks...but at least the private entries still live for the time being. The site they are on has gone under so it's only a matter of time before my entries disappear. I'm trying to make quick work of transferring everything. Copying and pasting gets a tad repetitive after about fifty entries with comments, though.

I feel the need to share a funny story about my husband. ^_^ As anyone who knows us offline knows well, we're mushy to the point of disgusting. We talk to each other like we are five some days. It's crazy, but I love it. We add endings like 'ie(s)' and sing songy attributes to anything and everything we possibly can. (Our future children are grammatically doomed.) Anywho, the making of one such word occurred when we were eating at Jack in the Box one weekend. Ryan mentioned macaroni bites to share, but I saw mozarella sticks and knew those were much more us. So, in order to use my womanly ways to convince him that mozarella sticks were what he also preferred, I looked up at him with puppy eyes, blinked a couple of times and asked, "Are you sure we don't want some cheesie stickies?" -_-;; Yes. Yes, I did. And I won. Cheese sticks all around!

Well ever since then we've just been saying the phrase randomly. So much so that I think Ryan actually forgot that isn't what mozarella sticks are called. A couple of weekends ago, on a return trip to Jack in the Box, we waltzed up the to cash register and ordered our usuals. Then I looked at Ryann expectantly knowing we had planned on sharing some mozarella sticks. You won't believe what he did. He looked straight at the cashier and ordered...cheesie stickies. I kid you not. The look on her face can only be summed up one way: WTF? Ryan quickly corrected himself but not before giving me teasing ammunition for the next several months.