I’m really not much of a camper… so I don’t really like this title. This morning I said to Royce, “What’s this thing called again? Happy Neighbour?” To which he laughed, made fun of me, and now calls it “Good Samaritan”. Rude.
Okay, point of this blog post. Royce and I are terrible at dating. Like bad. I think we go on one official date a month and it usually involves talking about weddings. It’s usually my fault because I love my job so much that I really can’t stop thinking about it. My love for weddings is paired with Royce’s love for ski videos & magazines and his phone so naturally our evenings are spent with me on Pinterest and Style Me Pretty while Royce sits next to me poking me every ten minutes to “watch this!” and then double taps his phone to ‘like’ every other instagram photo. He likes weddings too but it’s fall so his wedding brain is turned off and his ski obsession is in full swing.
So last night Royce comes over to me on the couch with 2 mason jars, a note pad, and a pen and says, “We’re doing Happy Camper”. Apparently, happy camper means you write down things you’d like to do together that maybe the other person doesn’t always want to and put it in a jar. Kind of like date night ideas and the other person has to be on board as the “happy camper”. I didn’t realize we didn’t like doing the same things… but okay? So I wrote down 9 and so did he. Every Thursday morning we’re going to take turns picking a date from the other person’s jar.
Well, lucky me, guess what I’m doing tonight!? “Toques, burgers, beer, and ski movie night” Of all the ones to pick… I’m scared to know what else is in that jar.
I’m off to McDonalds for some cheeseburgers in my toque. Have a good night, eh.