I don’t know if this will be the final design for the ‘Save the Date’ cards, but I had a lot of fun putting it together, so I thought I’d share.

“We can take you to Sonic if you want to go so badly.”

“It’s not that I even necessarily want to go, it’s just that I feel like I need to go, because we’re not in the South that often, and we can’t get Sonic up in Virginia.”

“You have it so badly…”

“Seriously, it’s like 150 miles away!”

“Tell me that you haven’t driven 150 miles to get Sonic.”

“For starters, it would be 300 miles, round trip, and no, I haven’t driven it, but you better believe I looked it up.”

“Matt, that’s pitiful.”

“I know, right? Same thing for Krystal, too. Too far north for Krystal, too far south for White Castle.”

“How will you ever make it?”

“I don’t know. It’s like living in a mini-hamburger black hole.”

“So how long after she’s had the babies will it be before she’s allowed to leave?”

“It’s usually 48 hours. They have to make sure they babies are alright, that they don’t have jaundice, can eat and breath on there own, that sort of thing. Oh, and they also have to take their first bowel movement. It’s all black, and nasty, and there’s a specific name for it…”

“Ewww. Is it it Mud Butt?”

“MATT!”

“WHAT?!?”

“That’s so gross. I don’t remember what it’s called. It’s right on the tip of my tongue.”

“Is it Tar Poo?”

“STOP! I don’t remember; I know it starts with an M…”

“IT IS MUD BUTT!”

“…because it annoys me when you don’t, that’s why.”

“We’re talking about toilet paper here. I’ll try to remember. Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Yes! I talked to ‘E’ the other day. She got her boyfriend to put his clothes that never ended up in the hamper in it by simply lifting the lid, putting hers in and leaving his there, rather than putting his in as well. Eventually he noticed his clothes stopped getting put in by her and were piling up, so he started doing it.”

“Sweetie, Don’t you think that maybe it’s not the best idea for us to try to train each other like pets?”

“Eh, maybe…”