It's okay to be impressed

Ryan and I have been a little crazy in love today. Sneaking kisses while out shopping, laughing till we can't breath, stealing little side conversations while we're out with family, etc. This twitterpated behavior ALWAYS makes us both crave decadent treats. It's 10:00pm at night and the two of us just snuck away from our mothers (who are still chatting furiously away in the livingroom) to hunt down late night desserts. For us, flirting is horrible on the waistline. nomnomnom

When we came home we started baking and goofing around.

 I ambushed him from behind and pretended to take a swing at him.  He blocked my attack and then put on his suave guy face.

Ry - "Yea, ya see that?  That's an orange belt move." 

Me - "Whenever I picture you taking those karate classes I envision you being the only twenty something in a room full of 9 year olds."

Ry - "First of all it was Kung Fu and there were some 10 year olds there sooooo..." *shakes his head with swagger*

Me - *playfully swats at him again, this time it lands* "Ooh where was your orange belt there? huh huh?

Ry - "Yea well that was a green belt hit.  After orange is green, then after green is blue and then brown and then the big money - the black belt. *pops his collar* So I was basically half way to being half way.  It's okay to be impressed."

That kinda goonery makes me swoon.  I love a man that isn't too proud to laugh at himself!