Who is this man I married?

Who is this man I married?

Nick was lacing up some shoes yesterday while I was brushing my teeth, and instantly my mind set off a memory of how once, as a kid, I picked out hypercolor shoelaces at the dentist's office. We had a pretty rocking dentist because we used to get a brand-new toothbrush AND floss AND a treat out of this special drawer with each visit.

Oh yes, how I adored my hypercolor shoelaces. I remember they were bright neon orange and had white stripes that turned bluish/purpleish in sunlight. I'm sure I instantly laced up whatever shoes I had on with these obnoxious shoelaces, thinking I'd be the star of recess the next day. And sadly, I probably was. Who needs exercise when you can all stand around and watch someone's shoelaces turn colors?

With toothpaste spilling out of my mouth, I was sharing my silly little memory with Nick, and I instantly lost him at hypercolor. I had to finish brushing my teeth so that I could be appear overly shocked and dramatic about the whole thing. The poor guy somehow missed that whole trend in the 80s and 90s. No t-shirts? No fancy shorts? Not even any shoelaces, for God's sake? Nope, nope and nope.

Just when I think that after being together for over five years I know everything I can possibly know about Nick, he pulls out the old hypercolor-oblivion card. What's next, did he never have acid wash jeans? Has he even heard of parachute pants? Does he assume a Trapper Keeper is some sort of hunting device?

And I thought I knew him.