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Lazy Sexual – Kimmy Gatewood

Sometime the obligatory deed doing is just tiring.

And…I wrote this song BEFORE we got married, ladies, so don’t you worry about a thing.

What is happeniiiing? Part 1

I suppose when you make such a bold choice as “My Boyfriend Tolerates Me” there are only three outcomes 1.  We continue to date forever and the name of the blog remains the same 2.  We break up and I delete everything and then regret deleting all of my clever thoughts and then hate him more for making me do it 3.  He asks me to marry him in the middle of a Christmas show, dressed in a sailor suit, I say “What is happening?” and we decide to get hitched.

Luckily for all of us, the third thing happened.  This is from December 12, 2011 and most of you have probably seen it.  But for those who haven’t – here it is!

Here are some additional facts you should know.  One, yes, we had been talking about getting married “one day.”  And to me that meant “one day we’ll sit down and talk logically about getting married, I’ll see it coming a million miles away, we’ll high five, forgo the expensive ring and I’ll wear a kitschy candy ring or something.”   Second, the snowflake, played here by the hilarious BJ Gallagher is normally played by Matt.  So when BJ came out, I though something went wrong with one of the cameras (we had a 5 camera shoot happening) OR Matt had broke his leg.  Either way, I figured I’d find out in 5 minutes when the show was over.  So imagine my surprise when Matt comes onto the stage and no one seems the LEAST BIT SHOCKED.

Here’s what went through my head – feel free to play along:

“Oh my god, he’s going to ask me to marry him.  No! Don’t think that, what if he doesn’t?  What is happening?  Why is no one saying anything about this?  Is this a prank?  We’re recording a live podcast!  Is this going to ruin the podcast?  Where did he get that sailor outfit from?  Oh my GOD is he askin me to marry him in front of all these people?  Why would he do that without consulting me first?  What is happening?  He’s on his knee.  This is really happening?  What is happening?  What am I supposed to say?  Put the ring on.  Are we supposed to end the show?  Why am I drinking champagne?  I still don’t know what is happening.  Am I doing the reprise?  What is happening?”

I think it went something like that.  Anyway, we’re very excited (yes WE) – and now, this blog officially changes over to the once in a lifetime time period between being two single people — to two single people who sign some paperwork.  All right — become one and tolerate each other for the rest of our lives.

Part 2 is coming which is the intolerable post reaction poor Matt had to suffer through.

“Lazy Sexual” – New Song!

Kimmy Gatewood “Lazy Sexual” from CleftClips on Vimeo.

The rapture came and took Matts beard!!!

Clothing War

My bedroom looks like a tornado hit it.  My side specifically.  There is just clothing hurled in all different directions – and yes, as much as I’d like to believe that it’s caused my mine and Matt’s passion for each other, wherein we hurl our clothes across the room before attacking, it’s not.  It’s getting home for work:

Me:  I have stuff to do! (do the stuff)

Me:  Oh look something cool is on the internet. (watch videos)

Me:  What happened? (I wake up on the couch)

Me:  I’m sleepy! (wander into bedroom, throw clothes on ground and get into bed)

The clothing likes each other

OR I have this illogical thought:

Me:  That doesn’t need to be washed, so I’ll keep it out so I can wear it again, but I won’t fold it and put it in the drawer because it’ll contaminate my other clothes – I’ll let it air out a little.  OH! And these delicates and dress should probably be hung up so I’ll keep them out and do it tomorrow.   Ugh!  I don’t want to wear this nice dress.  I’ll pick four dresses and put them on the bed and then NEVER PUT THEM AWAY.

It’s horrible!

So, I have decided that for the next two weeks, I am declaring war on my clothes.  I will try to focus on how to treat my clothes as soon as I enter the house.

(wistful music) Ohhhhhh how I envy people who just think – like a thought out of no where – that they hang up their coats when they come in the door, as opposed to tossing it on a chair with the other billion coats.  Ohhhhhh, how I yearn to be like them.

(reality)  But it’s just me and Matt and our terrible messy habit.  But we made a little progress last night.  I had taken off my PJs in bed…’cause it was getting hot…(what whaaaat?!) and sweet Matthew folded them up nicely – turned them right side out and placed them on the floor.  PROGRESS!

New tricks

My new job has taken me away from my blog (how dare it!). Matt and I have a new hour of hang out – other than 10 minutes in the morning – from 11pm-12am. Well well well. What’s a young couple to do? WELL – I’m learning some new tricks. This is in my office so I can “brush” up (blam!)