ryan&anna: paintball

Saturday, April 16, 2011

paintball

i didnt get the cameRa out because i didnt want it damaged in the game and yes i RegRet it, i always do. anyway, Ryan asked if i wanted to go play paintball with some of the guys fRom the shop, assuRing me that otheR wives and giRlfRiends would be theRe. ok sounds like fun, i paintballed a little bit in jR. high. well jR. high was a long time ago and theRe stood kRisten and i amidst 12 maRines all holding functional fiReaRms......

....what a dumb place to be. the bottom one scaRRed. a daily RemindeR that to willingly allow myself to be shot by highly tRained men is just not smaRt.

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We Say Things...

ryan: "HEEEYYYY!!"

anna: "yeah?"

ryan: "you're my favorite. I'm glad I don't have to worry about hating you."

anna: (chuckle)"me too."

anna: "i wanna be hardcore fit like P!nk."

ryan: "you're sexy. and you dont have the same body type as p!nk."

anna: "how are our body types different?"

ryan: "i dont know. most girls just say thanks and accept that."

anna: "but i know your b.s."

ryan: "i know i have to learn all new lies."

anna: "awe, just for me."

ryan: "im not going to go on to facebook and like our conversation because we already had it once and i liked it then."

anna (decorating the tree): "It's just different, ya know. It doesn't have any balls and I love that."
ryan: "That's what lesbians say every day..."

anna (while scrolling through netflix movies): "Mortal Kombat! Hellz yeah!"
ryan: "and that's why I married you."

anna (when mortal kombat music starts): "Doesnt this make you feel 11?"
ryan: "It makes me wanna fight....in the front yard...with sticks."

ryan: "You're not dumb. I LOVE that!"

anna: "My hands are so soft. If I had to dig a ditch to bury a body, I would get some serious blisters."

ryan: "...I dont know, you just get me and not a lot of people do.."

anna: "mmhmm...LOOK! A balloon is driving that car!"
ryan: "See! That's exactly what I'm talking about."

ryan: "...you didnt even look to see my fake smile."

anna: "i heard it."

ryan: "you heard it?"

anna: "yes. i heard your fake smile just like i heard you lick my eyebrow."

ryan: "is that a blue heron crossing the street?"

anna: "hmm. i believe it is."

ryan: (after being caught gurgling hershy's syrup and milk) "youre doing dishes and i didnt want to dirty another glass for you to clean."