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Two Peas in a Pod

The hubs is coming home!  The hubs is coming home!

Sweet Lindsay Lohan, Chuckles is coming home!

After two excruciatingly long, obnoxiously celibate (sorry, Mother-in-Law!) months apart, he’ll be flying in Monday.

Our relationship, like, well, let’s face it — pretty much everything about me — might appear slightly abnormal to the casual observer.  A military career and the number of traveling jobs that followed managed to keep us apart a good chunk of the six years we’ve been together.  Sometimes in different zip codes, sometimes on different continents.

Fortunately, Chuckles and I are both independent creatures, so separation isn’t as dire for us. 

I, for one, revel in my alone time because it gives me the chance to shamelessly partake in a colorful array of nasty-ass habits.  Like, for instance, eating S’mores for dinner while standing over the sink (because the thought of washing a plate literally weighs on my soul) wearing crusty, stained pajama pants that have spent the entire weekend molding to my lower half.

Anyhoo, while I enjoy my “gross-girl” downtime, that doesn’t mean I don’t miss him tons, and my lil’ ol’ heart still gets all a-flutter when it knows he’s coming home soon.

And since it looks like he might actually be sticking around for a while this time (more on that later), I feel I should get you guys all nice and acquainted.

Let’s see, how do I describe Chuckles?  Well, he’s an “extreme” kind of guy.

How so?  Well, he’s into stuff like this…

And this…

And this…

 And this…

All of which have, on occasion, lead to this…


Bad husband.  Bad.

And let’s just say my hobbies are a little less, um, diverse? 

…you get the idea.

So how do we make this crazy little thing called marriage work?

Well, we’ve got one very important quality in common, Chuckles and I…


A quality that allows us to take life less seriously and smile through even the toughest circumstances…

And I think it’s pretty obvious to everyone who knows us that the quality we share is…

…being dead sexy.

Aww yeah.




“LIKES”!! Too bad there isn’t that photo of you doing the Carlton in the elevator for this blog…or “the swim” through a butt load of other people dancing on the dance floor! :)


You make me giggle :)


i love chuckles too, but in a totally plutonic way (or is it?)


I made it on the blog! I’m the black-cloaked arm pinching balloon nipples! I’m famous!!

Funny blog, Erin, I’ve been reading it while Nora crawls around the kitchen floor picking up crap and putting it in her mouth. Awesome. Looking forward to seeing you on Saturday!


Haha, thanks guys! Suzy, where the heck have you been?? Christine, I’m sure there’ll be other chances — all I need is my dancin’ fuel! Katie, your arm can come on tour with us when we hit it big. ;) Excited to see you too! And, Bobby, frankly I don’t even think Ell and I would even be together right now if he ever thought he had a chance with you…




Hahaha, well Mario, what can I say? You kept letting me get kidnapped to go off galavanting with that Toadstool jerk… ;)

the other Mrs. Barstow

Oh, to be young and CRAZY!!!! Love you two!! Can’t wait to see you later this month. Will Chuck be flying you in ??


Love you, too, Mom-in-Law! :) SO looking forward to getting in some Cape Cod time. (And I sure hope he is, because that’s why we got that plane!)

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