My Guy: You've been reading so many blogs these days, why don't you just start your own...?
H: Um, excuse me? I have my own....
My Guy: Really? I never read it....should I be?
H: Um, yes. I'm fantastic. Just kidding....I guess read it if you want to.
My Guy: Well, I guess anything you're going to put on there is something I know about anyway....right? I don't even know how to get to it...
H: Um...how long have you known me? This bewilders me. (((taking him to 7 years or so worths of archives from my old, beloved, stomping grounds))))
He immediately wanted to read anything about "him" and anything and everything about me BEFORE him.
Then he said I was the prettiest girl in the whole wide world, rubbed my feet, and made me cookies.
Okay, he didn't really do that, but he is oh so amazing that it's not that far away from reality.
In real life, he got super distracted by WWE Smackdown....or RAW? Or I don't care.
So, here he is. Sweet Readers, meet my husband. Husband, The Sweet Readers.
We made several attempts at a "serious shot," but someone always claimed they looked fat or their nose looked weird or the angle was funny. Believe it or not, he was more high-maintenance than I was during this impromptu photoshoot. So, we compromised.
I remember being 23 and thinking I would marry a boy who wore a tie to work and had lunch with important people. I thought that would make me feel safe.
Then, I somethinged (dated, talked to, spent time with?) a boy who was exactly that way, and it was the least safe I have ever felt with a person in my entire life.
Then I met Tim who is still easing his way into a career and throws socks on the floor and wears big, heavy boots to work, and ended up being The One.
In some ways, he is not at all who I thought I would end up with, but in a lot of ways, he is exactly what I always wanted and knew I needed. He is the perfect combination of gentleness and strength.
Welcome to blogspot, baby. And if you're actually reading? Well, Code Word: Luxembourg.