Let's go on a flash back to our trip to Oregon last September, aka the most beautiful state ever. Matt and I were strolling along the path to see Multnomah falls and I became enraptured. I smiled like an idiot, gazing into the forest of lush ferns, moss covered giant trees, glowing green light and nearly swooned.
"I can just SEE Edward running through this forest."
Matt sniffed, loudly, "What?"
"Edward, the vampire from Twilight?" I responded, my voice laced with disdainful disapproval.
Matt sniffed again and held the back of his hand to his forehead, "I think I've got fever."
I did what any good wife would do: I developed selective hearing and returned my blissful gaze toward the forest.
You see, Matt caught a cold midway through the vacation. And between his sniffy nose and low grade fever, he wasn't feeling any excitement about Edward. Especially since he didn't (and I suspect still doesn't) know who the heck he was.
"Come on, let's take a picture."
My face brightened with the genius of an idea, "Come on, let's pose with me on your back. Like you're carrying me. Right in front of the forest... like Edward and Bella."
The wheels began to turn in Matt's head. He wasn't sure what was worse, his cold or being a stand-in for someone named Edward. It was probably one out of a million marriage moments where he's had second-thoughts about his bride choice. Either way, he obliged me my picture. So here you have it. On the eve of the Twilight movie... my picture with Edward. I mean Matt.
Tonight I'll be with my sisters and friends. We'll be at the theatre early, eating hot dogs and standing in an obscenely long line, trying our best not to pee our pants. And I cannot promise that when the lights go down and Robert Pattinson's face appears on the screen that I wont scream, "Carry me on your back Edward!"
* I'll be posting the winner for the Christmas banner drawing Monday.
**Here are a few answers to the table/bed broom questions:
1. How did you paint it? What were your steps? I sanded it, wiped it down, spray painted three coats of of Kilz spray paint primer and then two coats of an off-white spray paint that matched our bed. It wasn't complicated, but I took my time with thin coats to make sure it was as 'chip' proof as possible. And my pointer finger is STILL in a cramped and crooked position.
2. What paint color is on the walls? I BELIEVE it is Valspar Valley Mist... but check out the paint sample first to make sure I'm right on this. It's been a while. But it's a really great color. Very aqua-ish without being overpowering.
3. Where do you find your quilts? Finding quilts is a really hard quest. They're rare, and when you do find them be prepared to jump and buy them and pay whatever is on the tag. Especially if you find a grandmother's flower garden quilt. Luckily, my mother in law makes beautiful quilts. Don't hate me.
4. Who is in that picture hanging above the bed? My grandparents, Grandad and Meme. It's my favorite picture of all time. This was taken while they were dating, before WWII. Their chaperon took the picture. It doesn't get any sweeter than that.