Tag: husbands

with this ring… you won’t get carded

Winn Dixie Cashier to my husband: Sir, I need to see your I.D. Hubs: Huh? WD Cashier (giggling and making eyes at my husband): We have to card anyone who looks like they are under thirty. I roll my eyes. Hubs steps between me and the cashier. HELLO? I AM STANDING RIGHT HERE! HE HAS

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yes, I peed in the car

I never thought in a million years I would hit the ground running with my new business. I’m so very thankful. Unfortunately my personal business success means a lot of ten-hour days, and sometimes six days a week. Plus I have a a kid graduating from the nest -er, just high school. So my little

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Pretty Naked Piggies

I’ve been logging long miles training for my third half marathon in a couple of months, and I read online that an Epsom Salts bath is good for sore muscles, and that it will also detoxify your body. So the other night I decided to try it. Since I don’t normally take tub baths I

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I Collect Scars, Not Tattoos

I’ve hardly blogged lately because my mouth was hurt and I was paralyzed. Not literally paralyzed but my life did come to a screeching halt because I burned the roof of my mouth on a piece of grilled fish. Yes. A burn on the roof of my mouth paralyzed me. ME. I live and run

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Molehills Aren’t Special

I woke up this morning, grabbed a cup of coffee and popped on the television. As I sat down I realized The St. Valentine’s Day Massacre was blaring on the TV. WTH? Oh yeah. It reminded me that I needed to get a Valentine for Hubs and the boys. I quickly found eCards online and

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Magic 18

My youngest son Nic dropped a bomb on me and Hubs a couple of weeks ago; he said he wanted to attend a gamer’s convention in July, in Austin Texas, with two of his friends. All three of the boys will be eighteen years old by July. And you know. Eighteen. That magic age when

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My Trash Is Not For Dead Cats

My husband feeds a stray cat. He worries about it, he harbors it in our garage during the cold weather months, and he leaves the garage light on for it, like Motel Six. Not kidding. Our Garage is a cat sanctuary in spite of my strong feline aversion, and valid cat allergy. My husband harbors

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Why Does He Get To Sleep?

I can’t sleep. It’s half past one in the wee hours of the morning and Hubs is sleeping like a baby beside me; breathing heavily in my face. Right now I want to smother him with a pillow, but then who would pump air in my bicycle tires tomorrow? So, instead I shove him in

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Stop Bugging Me

Hubs is reaching to pick up his iPhone and I remember… “HUBS! DON’T TOUCH YOUR PHONE! You need to clean it first.” Uh. Why? “Because I used it to kill a bug.” You used my phone to kill a bug? “Yep.” (Hubs is staring at me in disbelief) “Really. I did. Look at the back.

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Save The Last Laugh For Me

Years ago my mother in law asked Hubs to check her attic because she thought there were squatters living in it, and behind her walls. Needless to say, Hubs didn’t find anything in her attic, or behind her walls; it was all in her head. So last night when I handed Hubs a flashlight, and

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