“So… um… don’t enjoy the game too much.” Justin laughed, but it was the nervous kind — the obvious kind you don’t have to be married for 8 years to hear and know that he’s not really joking.
(Minus the hemorrhoid cream.) Read the rest of this gem…
A few years ago, on a rare, non-sweltering summer evening in the sandhills of North Carolina, Justin and I sat on our back deck with a couple of grilled steaks Read the rest of this gem…
Recently, Justin and I had a really cool opportunity to head to Charleston, South Carolina, a city I’ve always wanted to visit. (Or at least for the past 5 years that we’ve lived relatively close to it.) Read the rest of this gem…
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.
