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A story about oranges … but also somewhat Jiu-Jitsu, of course

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A story about oranges … but also somewhat Jiu-Jitsu, of course

First, let me take you back to a fine afternoon in early April. As it is wont to do, my mind was on Jiu-Jitsu, what class we’d be doing in Jiu-Jitsu, how many more hours until Jiu-Jitsu. Finally, overflowing with eager anticipation, I messaged Mrs. Instructor.

I had not. I needed to check this out. Here it was:

So, essentially, Mrs. Instructor and I were thinking of each other at the same time.

After more of our fun repartee, I worked up the nerve to do this:

I waited tensely, pacing, biting my nails, staring at my phone. Would she say yes? I’d never asked anyone out before. I’d only ever been on the receiving end of all that sweat.

An agonizing THIRTY-SIX minutes later:

Success! Maybe she really liked my exciting planned activity of counting lulls!

And by the way, I’m being tongue in cheek here. There was no pacing, minute counting, phone staring, or nail biting, but I was a wee bit nervous.

Hubby walked in. “Guess what?” I said. “I finally asked Mrs. Instructor out.”

“And?”

“She said yes!”

“Alright!”

Hubby is very progressive.

When leaving class the night before our proposed morning park date, I told Instructor, “I need to get to bed early tonight. I have a hot date in the morning.”

He laughed because he knew what was up. HOWEVER, Little Instructors woke up coughing, sniffly, and runny-nosed, scrubbing our plans.

To provide a vitamin C boost for them, I sliced oranges from our tree (Yes, I HEAR you, Mark!) and left them on Instructor’s desk that night.

However, Mrs. Instructor reported that the oranges never made it home. They were devoured at the gym after class. My mistake for having previously given Instructor a taste of our crack oranges.

And so, some time later…

And since I happen to own a trench coat, I sent this to Mrs. Instructor.

Then I told her how awkward I felt walking into the gym, slipping into this coat, knowing people must’ve been like, “Uhhhh, wrong jacket, Betsy.”

The poor confused office assistant, as I slid my phone across the desk to her. “Uh, what am I doing?” she asked.

“I need you to take a picture of me to send to Mrs. Instructor.”

“Ooookay,” she said, bewildered.

Your wish is my command, Mrs. Instructor.
And so it is documented for all mankind.

As well as this adorbs pic of Baby Instructor with her bounty. (Used with permission.)

“Orange you glad Daddy saved me some?”

I’ve been posting a ton lately. I apologize. I used to only post twice a month, but I’ve had “so much to say, so much to say, so much to say… A little ba-by!”

That’s your trivia question this time. What song are the above lyrics from? And the last trivia answer was…

the Tennessee Titans. 🙂

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    • Haha. I knew you’d know the song, and I knew you’d say something about wanting oranges, hence, “I hear you, Mark!” You’re becoming delightfully predictable.

      Oh, random: I forgot to comment on your post that your yard is gorgeous, an absolute fairy tale. I was also thinking, when Hubby and I come visit some day, we could do a blog mashup. I’ve never ridden a John Deere lawnmower. Let’s get of pic of that. And I’ll bring my gi top so you can take a pic in it. It will thoroughly confuse and delight all our mutual BBs. 😛

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      • Oooooooohhhh!!!! “Orange you glad?” Haha! Wow. I had forgotten my OWN “brilliance.” Ha! Garsh. 🤪 Thanks for appreciating that, Wynne.
        It’s clear you have small children. 😍

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  6. DMB, of course!!!! One of my faves! That is so nice of you to share your oranges with the world (or just your close contacts). The trench coat (Betsy up to her antics again) LOL!!

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    • That “trivia question” was really just a test of who the cool kids are. 😉 Of course you knew it, and I had no doubt Mark would too. Since I had the trench coat already, it was an easy one to make her laugh. I had sort of forgotten about it for a while, and I think that delayed response made it even better.

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  9. I wanted to LOL on “crack oranges” but it’s totally true when they’re picked straight from a CA tree. There’s simply NOTHING better. (Yeah, my Cali upbringing bias is showing but so what? Settle for second, Florida!) Also, the bit where Mrs. Instructor and you are thinking the same thing – is ESP a cool byproduct of Jiu-Jitsu? Maybe I should take it up…

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    • That was absolutely wild that we were thinking of each other at the same time. Toooooo funny! And what she posted about me was that I love JJ while I was counting down until JJ? The odds?!

      Yes, the oranges… I said that to somewhat absolve Instructor for eating the fruit. More to the story was, he got home and she asked him, “Where are the oranges?” He said, “What do you mean?” Haha! I hadn’t said “These are for your kids!” so I guess he can be forgiven. And he shared them with another student who had stayed after class, so that was nice.

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  15. I adore oranges but don’t think I’ve ever had one fresh from a tree. I like your trench coat, both fashionable and the perfect cover for surreptitiously transporting a bag of oranges. 🍊

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