friday i'm in love. then it's saturday and i hate you.

I know it's not kosher to make things like this public, but now it's funny to me, and I want to remember it. So I am blogging about it.

All week long I look forward to the weekend, for one reason, and one reason only, because Taylor doesn't have to work on Saturdays and we get to hang out all day.

I suppose since we're going to spend thousands of Saturdays together in our lifetime, I should expect some of them to be a bust. And this Saturday was a bust.

I don't really know what it was but a couple hours after waking up, I found myself snapping at Taylor for no reason.

 And it 

   all went 

    downhill 

     from there.

We went to the grocery store and disagreed about pretty much every single thing that went in our cart. And Publix was really busy, so I'm sure the other people in there thought we were nuts. THEN, it got to the point where I would be like, "We need this, let's get this brand of it." and Taylor would be like, "Um, no, we need this brand." and then I would be all,  "FINE!! FINE! FINE. JUST GET IT. YOU'RE RIGHT .YOU'RE ALWAYS RIGHT." And I would storm off, but then obviously have to come right back, cause where am I supposed to go?

So, as the day went on it was like that with every single thing that happened. I found that the worse mood I got in, the more it rubbed off onto Taylor. And before I knew it we were both in such rotten moods, and I realized that no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that it was all his fault, I couldn't. Because it was actually my fault. But it was TOO LATE to fix it, because I'm prideful and once I pick an emotion, I stick with it.

Later on, on our way to Stake Conference, I finally told him I was sorry for being so mean. And he also apologized. 

Afterwards we went and got ChikFilA and laughed about how we hated each other all day. 

Then we went home and made out.

And now we love each other again.

On a slightly related note, here's my book recommendation for wives and future wives:

The only rule is that if you're going to read it, you have to put aside whatever triggers you to be offended by things, and open up your mind. Because otherwise, you're going to be mad and feel like she's saying it's entirely the woman's fault. Which she kind of is, but that's because, if you married a normal, nice guy (like me), it usually IS the woman's fault (just like Saturday being ihateUday, was pretty much my fault.) .. Anyway, you'll have to read and tell me what you think. I don't necessarily agree with everything in the entire book, but I feel like she definitely brings up some good points. 

the day taylor nearly ruined my life.

actually, i'm being dramatic.

On Wednesday we are going to get our apartment, and we decided that we were going to walk down to see and get a feel of where it's at when Tayl got off work.

So we carefully studied google map the night before to get a good feel of where we could take shortcuts since we were walking.

We followed the river, since the apartments are right by the marina, and our journey was successful.  And the walk was nice.

I like walking. And since we don't have a car, I usually just walk around the streets during the day [guess you could say, i'm a street walker]. This particular day I had I spent the afternoon running errands around town and doing some exploring to uncharted streets, and I had been walking, a lot. So when we arrived to our destination on this walk, I was started to get a little bit tired. But nothing extreme. 

Taylor had plans to play soccer (or "football") at 9 00 pm, and his ride was coming at 8 45 pm. It was about 8 00 pm when we started to head back. We got to the wharf and sat by the river and watched the boats and ducks until about 8 20 pm when we figured we should head back. 

This is the moment that I said, "Let's just go the way we came since we don't have a lot of time to get lost.' Taylor said, "Let's just go up this road. It should take us right back to the pub." Me: "I don't think it's a good idea." Taylor: "Nah it's fine come on." Me: "I'm disgruntled. But fine." So, we went that way, it wasn't long before I said, "I am pretty sure we are going WAY out of the way." Taylor: "I think you're right."  The good thing about Taylor is that he has no problem admitting that he's wrong immediately after he realizes it. The bad thing is that it doesn't change the fact we took about 4 times as long in time and distance to get back home.

My feet are still sore since I did my 10 miles of walking today in my crappy flip flops. But it's not like I  couldn't use the exercise. So I guess it's good, and we made it home alive. And, we have the ability to walk (even if it is walking in the wrong direction) which is definitely something to be grateful for.