Pressed for Time

It feels so normal to say that Jared and I are doing the Happy and Grumpy on the elevator skit, and to expect everyone to know exactly what that is. As I begin to explain it, I realize what a strange world autism is. 

Here’s the quick gist of what’s going on: Jared and I are reenacting this skit of Kermit and The Count from Sesame Street, except we do it as Happy and Grumpy Dwarf from Snow White. Jared has had it planned that we would do this in Nashville for months, while we would each wear our respective dwarf’s shirt, which I bought him for Christmas. I just found out the other day that he wouldn’t even wear his Happy shirt until Saturday. 

I called ahead and asked permission for us to use the elevator at the Sheridan. Reluctantly, the manager agreed. What they didn’t tell us is that a conference of some sort was taking place that weekend, and right as we headed toward the elevator, a session let out. (Did I mention this was a Latino conference? Because it was.) We couldn’t get an elevator without a dozen people packed in. To save the awkwardness for all of us, we waited. And waited. 

After probably half an hour, we thought we could get an elevator with just us on it, so we gave it a shot. When you hear me say “Sorry” at the beginning of the video, it may be me pushing the door close button on a woman running to catch the elevator. 

Hey, I may be rude, but I’m a good sister. 

When Grumpy wants off on the 15th floor coming down, the elevator actually does stop at the 15th floor. I guess Jared was tired of waiting, because he was a good sport about it and played it off. 

Between sleeping late, riding the elevator, eating at our 12th Chick-Fil-A together and bowling, I think he had a good weekend in Nashville.

(Source: caley)