Countdown To 10. Chapter Three.

I am very, very tired this evening. So please forgive me if this post lacks that journalistic punch you may have come looking for here today. And I'm really truly sorry this is a few days late.

Chapter 3. The Planter's Cheeseball Incident.

As I have written previously I went home with Brock for spring break the first year we met. I remember eating Planter's Cheeseballs in the car on the ride there. ( I don't know if they even still make these, do they ? I'm not up on my orange, fake cheese snackfoods these days for previously stated reasons. i.e. I don't eat dairy foods.)

Brock had to take the front seats out of his car to run wire for new speakers ( yeah, I know..in an Escort ? ) and lo and behold, under the passenger seat were 450,000 stale Planter's Cheeseballs in varying degrees of smashed-ness. He recalls being really perturbed with me that he had to clean up my cheeseball mess and I was 927 miles away. He claims that I not only spilled the chesseballs, but that in fact also mashed them into the carpet on purpose.

You know, I really don't remember spilling the cheeseballs. I really don't. And really, I think I lack the deviousness to smash cheeseballs into the carpet ( of an Escort ) with Brock sitting right next to me for 1000+ miles.

I remember him calling me, not to whisper sweet nothings, but to complain to me about cleaning up my cheeseball mess ( in the Escort ).
He's said that he and his Dad were like a couple of CSI detectives upon the removal of the seats.
They're all like " What the hell is all this....??"
And then suddenly Brock recalls The Cheeseballs.
And then he said " EVIL,EVIL WOMAN ! "

However, he was unable to stay angry with me for too long.

I asked Brock to recall this incident while I was typing this and he said
" Yeah, thanks babe. It wasn't enough that I had a cheesy car, I had to have cheese smashed into the carpet of my cheesy car. Yeah, thanks. Now I'm gonna have an axe to grind for two days. "

As I have written previously Brock and I had many difficult times early in our marriage and there are, unfortunately, not too many funny stories from this time.
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However, I feel that I should also throw in a little T&T (Todd & Therese ) story here.
Therese met Todd right around the same time that I met Brock.
Todd lived downstairs from Therese and I - Brock lived on the other side of campus.
Therese and I used to get home from class around the same time everyday.
I don't recall Todd's class schedule...however I do recall that he worked out quite a bit.
I always knew when Todd returned from a workout as Trix nearly lost her mind at about 4 pm everyday.
Trix used to beckon me to her room ( her window overlooked the front steps of the building),where I always found her crouched down in the corner of the window, peeking out from the drapes as not to be seen.
Then she would whisper to me;

" Hey girl, shhh...shhhh.....come here....look !! Look ! It's HOT BOD TODD !! "

Gotta give Trix mad props, she decided that was the man for her and she went after him.
At the risk of being cliche...YOU GO GIRL !

XO
Bunny