Six years ago, a man gave his wife a blog for their anniversary. An unconventional gift for such an occasion, but he was no ordinary man. He was one of those guys who could tell you the best way to extract ear wax, in the event that it formed a plug. The kind of man who would rather steal a pie lifter from a dessert cart than bother to ask the server for a fork. A character, some might say… an introvert. A little socially awkward, but in a lovable way.
His wife, by contrast, was a loud but friendly extrovert, who would rather wear killer shoes she could not buckle herself, than settle for a plainer pair. She was afraid of the dark but loved horror movies. She was that person who screams out loud in a movie theatre if the music gets a little intense.
Today those crazy kids celebrate their 11th year of marriage. 11 years of inside jokes, of sharing hugs, high fives, hurt and hardship. 11 years of waking up every morning, and choosing each other come hell or high water, because that is what it means to love unconditionally.
Todd, in all of the years we’ve been together, I have never once regretted my choice. I choose you today, tomorrow, and I’m going to keep on choosing you forever and ever, babe.
Happy Anniversary, Toddy Bear.
At our house, we’re no strangers to misplacing the tv remote control. Often times, we’ll find it in between cushions, underneath the couch or wrapped in a blanket. These are standard hiding spots for that darn clicker.
But I’ve implemented two strategies that help avoid that most undesirable walk to the television set to manually click the barely accessible, hidden-in-a-weird-spot-on-the-tv, non-ergonomic buttons. Of doom.
I love it when Todd takes over as food boss on the weekends. It is so nice to get a break every once in a while. Sleeping in passed 7:30, taking my time getting ready for the day; it really is lovely. Except for one thing…he leaves crumbs EVERYWHERE!!!
He gets them on the counter, the stove top, the sink, the dishwasher, the floor, his beard, everywhere! It’s as if he has thrown the world’s crumbiest parade, and he’s gone marching through the house smashing pieces of toast together like cymbals! It drives me nuts!
How hard is it to take a damp cloth and wipe down the surfaces you’ve used? I do not enjoy preparing our next meal in a crumb covered kitchen. And I really dislike having to clean up a mess that my crumb bum of a husband has made before I can do anything else!
In order to get Todd to clean up after himself, I recently told him that I saw a mouse in the house… Stay tuned!
When I make a shopping list, I often ask Todd if there is anything I should add. “Chocolate milk” is Todd’s unwavering reply. Continue reading
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“Will this be the snow that sticks around?”, the man thought to himself as he grouchily scraped the snowy ice (or is it icy snow?) off his car windows. Excited to get back home after a long day, he scraped a bare minimum amount off the windows and quickly jumped into the driver’s seat, throwing the scraper on the floor. A tiny yellow light caught his attention. “Gas!”, he yelped in dismay as the light heckled him. Continue reading