Orange juice and reggae

This is quickly turning into a "quirky things my husband does" blog. I promise I'll talk about other things eventually. As for today, Connor didn't know how to make orange juice from concentrate so he got a wild hair that he needed to make the frozen stuff in our freezer. We haven't gone grocery shopping in awhile because our fund have depleted and payday is on Friday. So! When he read the instructions on the can he was so confused as to what unit of measurement "3 cans of cold water" meant. It took him a few minutes before he realized what the meaning was. Not 20 minutes later he mentioned something in his school work had to do with questions about reggae, but he didn't know anything about it. So we spent the next ten minutes having a reggae lesson and rocking out. Being married is fun and entertaining and finding out just how different two peoples upbringings can be.