Pretty nice little Saturday

Just another anecdotal view into our blissful, married life:

Last Saturday morning, Clint and I were watching Dogma. I should probably add in that I was FORCING Clint to watch Dogma, because I find it truly hilarious and awesome, and I think everyone should watch it. Believe it or not, he didn't really agree with me. We recently subscribed to Netflix, which means I have total control over the movies that come in the mail...and he is starting to see what a mistake that is. However, I think it is an atrocity that he has NEVER SEEN Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. I know, right!? A western? With Robert Redford and Paul Newman? Possibly the two most attractive actors of their era? ATROCITY.

So we were watching Dogma and I was laying on the couch, certain I was dying of the flu. After the movie, I rolled over to take a nap, knowing I was going to have a late night working the City Pool Fundraiser dinner and Clint nicely let me sleep. I woke up before he left for his skeet shooting thing (they had a Hot Shot reunion last weekend and all the boys got together to play golf and shoot guns and reminisce about when they used to be bad ass. Could they be any more adorable?). So I wake up, still laying on the couch, and he is kneeling down to hug me and give me some cuddles. My phone starts vibrating with a VERY IMPORTANT text message from one of the lifeguards that is helping out at the aforementioned fundraiser dinner, and Clint grabs my phone. I should also mention that he gets really annoyed when I'm on my phone all the time and not paying attention to him. Apparently this was one of those times.

So he grabs my phone with a whole lot of force, and it somehow slips through his hands. Backwards. Over his shoulder. Over his head. Onto the coffee table. Bounced off the buttons of the remote control. Straight into his cup of coffee.

For reals. I seriously can't make this up. I wanted to be super mad and yell at him, but I was too amazed at the series of events that had just transpired.

Like the fantastic husband he is, he immediately grabbed it out of the coffee cup and started drying it off, taking off the back to make sure the battery wasn't wet or anything. And stuttering something like "I am so, so, so, so, so sorry" over and over again. In the meantime the whole phone shut down and short circuited and basically exploded in his hands. Once it dried out it was okay...but some of the buttons no longer work and the bottom left corner of the touch screen has a seriously delayed response time.

Between he and I and the gods of electronic devices, I think it's pretty much written in stone that I should NOT own nice things.