This is the one I have chosen

That's what one of us will say when the other is very silly.  If he makes a bad pun and I roll my eyes, I will then say, "This is the one I have chosen."  If I make an un-funny mamma joke or find the most inappropriate moment to utter the phrase, that's what she said, he will say, "This is the one I have chosen."

It's sort of an admission that, while the person the speaker is looking at is entirely goofy, the speaker is not without blame.  It was a choice we both made.  On purpose.

But the one I have chosen is pretty great.  When he got back from his lock-in thing yesterday morning, he went almost directly to bed.  When he woke up again, he made his way to the kitchen.  I had left a note:

Next summer, we have a plan to go to Australia and New Zealand, and on Thursday (since there is a very good liquor store between the house and the football field) I picked up an Australian wine and a New Zealand wine.  

After school, Cas met me and some of my work colleagues for happy hour.  When we got back home, he added a third piece to the counter top note.   

See?  This is the one I have chosen.  Of course, from there, we made dumb references to didgeridoos all evening.  Because we're so adulting.  

Right now, I am trying to decide if I am getting sick or not.  My throat feels a little dry and scratchy, but it could be nothing.  Not sure.  Holly has her Mimosas and Triplets party today.  I want to head over there and give her a present.  I also want to say hello to Brad and Sue while they're in town, but maybe I should stay away from the three-month-old infants.  I'll have a cup of tea and see how I feel.  I'll decide what I should didgeridoo in a while...