The Beginning | Facts About Myself | Don't Mess With An English Major | The Bake SaleThe Favor | The Rescue | The Brothel | The Number | The Wrist, Part One | The Wrist, Part TwoThe Sighting | The Question | The Concern | The Explanation | The Star Wars Debate The Phone Call | The Holiday Thursday | The Rain Check | The First Freak Out | The TwistThe Second Freak Out | The Clarification | The Confusion | The Awkward ConversationThe Accident | The Show, Part One | The Show, Part Two | The Birthday Dinner
It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. I had slept in and taken my time preparing for the day.
Around 2:30 or so, I sent a text to Office Boy.
How goes the moving?
See, Office Boy was moving. Not like an across-the-country-whole-new-life move. Just into a new apartment that wasn't right in the middle of the city. Once he had finished moving all the stuff from the old apartment to the new, I was supposed to go over and help with the unpacking some before heading out to purchase some things he needed for the new apartment.
Almost done.When would you like me to come over?You can come now. I just need to get food.Ok. I'm gonna pick up some Panera and then I'll be over.
After a short drive, I arrived, pulling into a parallel parking spot beside the building. Right as I got out, I saw him driving off, so I grabbed my purse, hopped in his car and we drove off to get him some food.
A short while later, we walked down the hall to the new apartment.
"I'm telling you, there's nowhere to sit," he said.
He opened the door and I laughed. It looked like an apartment that needed unpacking, that's for sure. Furniture was all over the place, along with multiple labeled boxes. Being the organizational nerd that I am, I immediately set to work unpacking, organizing, and rearranging the kitchen. I opened up some of the cupboards and cabinets to discover that everything he had put away had no semblance of order to it at all.
We progressed slowly through the pile of boxes, chatting about various things as we worked.
"I can't believe you don't mind helping me," he said."Are you kidding?" I said. "I love organizing things."
He paused and a thoughtful expression crossed his face.
"I see now why men need wives."
After a couple of hours, the large majority of the work had been tackled. I had completely unpacked and arranged his kitchen (very nicely and logically, I might add) and he had made significant progress on the living room. So off we went to Target to pick up several things that he needed.
As we wandered through Target, picking up the various items, we happened upon a ball. Yes. A toy ball.
"Look, a ball!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, I see, Office Boy, but you don't need a ball."
"But it's a ball."
"I know. But you don't need a ball. You do need a divider for your silverware drawer. Come on."
"But Sarah, it's a ball!"
"Come on, Office Boy. Let's keep going."
It just goes to show that, for all his bravado at moments, Office Boy can still be a kid. And that, I think, is a very good thing.
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