The Grittiness of Marriage

(disclaimer: this is not a serious post. Well. Depending on your feelings about bananas, it's very serious. I will be writing seriously about marriage at some point, so don't be deterred if you feel catfished by my title, come back next time!)

Texting conversation between my husband and me while I was at internship last week:

Me: "I need you to find my banana suit."

John: "Time frame?"

Me: "Twenty-five minutes."

John: "That's a fast time frame."

Me: "Yeah."

John: "Are we going out tonight?" (it was a Wednesday at 9pm)

Me: "Yes. To a banana themed club."

John: "What am I going to wear?"

Me: "Banana Hammock."

John: " :( I don't have one."

Me: "Well, you have to stay home then."

John: "We could stop at the store."

Me: "Hah. But seriously. I need my banana suit."

What can I say, we just work.

Now, some of you may be asking, "Anna, why did you need banana suit on a random Wednesday night?" And, let's be honest, many of you aren't asking that because it's me and you're just saying, "sure."

I had gotten a text saying someone was very blue and needed cheering up. This was my solution (I share this knowing full well how horrifying I look, yet, you can't help but laugh):