Giving It 1400.82%

 

As of this week, I have been married to Husband for 731 weeks.

Mia Farrow stares at calendar, calculating

For those of you who can’t be arsed with either the math or hunting up the handy website that does all the work for you, this means we’ve been married for 14 years.

 

Fourteen.

 

Years.

 

Species that mate for life would look on this union in awe.

swan fight; one swan chasing another out of the water, biting and flapping at it as it flees

“Get out Harold!  We’re goddamned ten years old already!  Who knew I’d have to put up with your shit this long?”

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Laugh and He Laughs Alone

 

First off, before I even start, I have to confess that I pester Husband about this blog.  It’s not required reading or anything, but I know he reads so I like to know the very instant he’s read a post so I can get his feedback. 

 

 

"I'm sittin' in my cahir, relaxing, getting blackout drunk, and you're leaving me alone" (from Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

Poor him… not how it goes down.

 

Which, yeah, maybe sounds annoying.  But I do it for yoooouuu!

 

Because sometimes, y’all, his feedback is just so… so exactly what this blog is for that I have to share it with you.

 

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