“Did you lock the door because you were afraid because I was afraid of a bear getting into the cabin?”
-Lauren, in a moment of pending astonishment.
Lauren: “That’s not fair, I didn’t agree to those terms!”
Josh: “You gave me the ring, you agreed to everything.”
*laughter*
“And I thought I was the un-advanced one, coming out six weeks…”
*(Lauren spits water in Josh’s eye)*
“Hows that for un-advanced?!”
“You can’t cuss in the Chic Fil A parking lot!”
“One minute I wanted you right beside me, and the next I wanted you as far away as possible!”
“Which is why I went into the other room when you were so frustrated with the computer!”
Josh, in a state of angry frustration while coding a website.
Lauren, in a state of angry frustration for not knowing what her husband wanted/needed from her while coding a website.
“I’m about ready to EAT my hand!” Lauren, lamenting holiday traffic.
Tragedy in the Nederveld household:
Josh: “OHMYGOSH we’re out of A1!”
—later, that day, at Publix—
Josh: “Why is it 5 dollars!!? We’re going to Chili’s tonight, right?”
Lauren: “Yes and NO we’re not smuggling A1 out of a restaurant.”
Josh: “…but…it’s my birthday.”
