Because my spouse is the best of all the spouses in the land

I got a hair cut yesterday. It was one of those risky ones where you have a vision and it’s been a long time coming and you’ve saved your pennies and the hair appointment is scheduled with a highly recommended hair dresser weeks in advance. So I went and an hour later, I left, feeling a little sad. It didn’t work out.

I think we’ve all been there—when you pay good money for a haircut that makes you feel like you belong in the 90’s on a “Friends” episode. It’s as if someone has punched you in the stomach. And you paid them for it.

I came home with spirits that were a bit deflated.

And let it be known that Hal works really hard. I’m not the only one who works all day long around here. And he listened to me as I hemmed and hawed, and eventually let all my worries snowball into worrying about my hair, my day, our crazy schedule, the lack of sleep I get, how I wish I could just have one day where I don’t have to do anything. And he was perfect. He just sat there and listened, filled in my pauses with words of both encouragement and sympathy, and then took me out to dinner. And then gave me free reign to pick what to watch on TV.

I know every wife says this, and in our own way we’re all right, but seriously. My spouse is the man.

(Sidenote: Pictures of the haircut are forthcoming. After my mini-episode, I called the salon, and they said they could easily fix my bang woes for free. Bam.)

So today I had an undeniable hankering to make him something really tasty for dinner. And I wanted it to be something manly and masculine and out of the ordinary. Because he’s the best. Is this post rapidly crossing a line marked “nobody cares but Sarah?” Then stop reading, foo, because I’m not done.

I love this site. I’ve used it many times. The recipes are all scrumptious. If I wanted to pull a “Julie and Julia” and make every recipe from one source over the course of a year, I would be tempted to use this site. Chock full of creative culinary ideas.

I stumbled upon the recipe for Steak Sandwiches a while ago and needed a good reason to cook a real steak (for the first time in my life). And today was that day.

(Sidenote: It's not like I never cook real food for Harry. But bear in mind, all ye who possess counter space and dishwashers-- cooking is an entirely different experience at my house. I'll think of a great recipe, start to crave it, and then say, "Oh wait. That's going to require like 4 bowls and like 3 pans and who knows how many spoons." And then the recipe is nixed in the name of grilled cheese sandwiches. All ye who have dishwashers: I'm jealous of you.)

Behold. It’s like I borrowed a swatch of Lady Gaga’s meat dress.







If anyone is interested in the recipe, it’s here.

PS If any further proof is needed to show that that my spouse is the man... he's doing all the dishes (by hand, mind you) as I type these very words.

If you're interested...

You can find this and many other pictures from the wedding here for all of your SarahandHarryweddingpicture needs.

And yes, Harry just signed a 2 year contract to model for Zac Posen's sculptural suits. We are very excited to be rich beyond our wildest dreams.

What Jacko's death means to me.

I don't claim to be a major Michael Jackson fan.

Don't get me wrong, I'm always up for listening to the greatest hits, and my freshman year roommate and I once stayed up all night long watching "Thriller" on repeat so that we could learn the dance, and look super cool at the Ward activity the next night. "The Way You Make Me Feel" is the official favorite of the bunch, ever since my brief 8th grade obsession with the movie "Center Stage" (the movie preference soon died, the song preference did not). I have attempted the moon walk several times (in private) and wished I could get it down. But that's really the extent of my fanhood.

When I heard he died recently, I realized that there was a brief but undeniable Michael Jackson presence the night I got engaged.

When Harry came to pick me up from my sister's house for "dinner" (a.k.a. "sneaky secret proposal"), Elizabeth pointed out that I looked like Michael Jackson because of my shoes-- I often wear gym socks around the house because my feet are always cold. When Harry came to pick me up, for some reason I had slipped on my flats over my socks in my rush to get out the door. The gym-sock-black-flat-combination channeled the Michael Jackson vibe to my sister, and she insisted we take an "MJ" picture in commemoration.

And just for good measure, a little "Thriller..."

Something must have been right about it, because only 4 hours later...

I went from "that girl Harry dates" to "that girl Harry's marrying."

Thanks for getting the evening started out right, Jacko.

Happy happenings.

1) Went to Whole Foods today for the first time since Christmas. I guess at Christmas I didn't really realize how fantastic Whole Foods really is. Case in point:

Vosges Chocolate.

The most stunningly quality and quirkily flavored chocolate I've ever consumed. I had thought it was only accessible in Las Vegas (like many pleasantries in my life), but I was thrilled to be proven wrong today.

[Side note: Whole Foods is also awesome because word on the strizeet is that (dare I abbreviate?) celebs Ryan Reynolds and Scarlett Johannson shop there. As celebrity couples go... I like them.]

2) Random: my Mom received a check in the mail for $0.02. Yes. Two cents. A credit from an account of some kind I suppose. Why did they spend $0.047 to send her a check worth $0.02? And, why is it a penny for your thoughts, but you have to put your two cents in?

3) Last and not least (more like the most):

These 5 pictures might be worth 5,000 words. Without repeats. A few of these words might be "Bird poop on that bench," but we have 5,000 happy words for them!

It's cheesy but I'm saying it. He is a stone fox.

Quite enough excitement for one day I think.