artistic differences

I was looking for a pic of a sad looking woman to add to my previous post. I thought I found "the perfect one". It's a drawing of a curly haired woman with lots of frizz (me) with one dramatic tear down her cheek (me when my husband is out of town). I ask the hubby a question about copyright (cause I'm so new to this blog business) to which he so unhelpfully and without confidence replies "sure" ... and then he proceeds to look over at he laptop. It is at that point that he kind of raises his voice and asks "is that a d*ck in her mouth?" And I, with my voice getting super high pitched, say "no, it's her neck!" Then we proceed to have a discussion (while both of us are laughing) about whether or not it's a d*ck or her neck. We both have to point to the drawing numerous times to try and illustrate our point. I really believe that it's a plain old sad girl. The hubby does not back down and is convinced that it's a dirty picture. He can't see where her neck is. And now I'm only able to see a d*ck. The picture is ruined. It can't go on the blog. (Also, the hubby keeps repeating that the pic can't go on the blog - so it's not just my choice) To make matters worse (and to back up the hubby's claim) there is a comment on the pic's original blog asking if the girl is being molested. (d*ck in her mouth plus tear equals molestation). I guess the all knowing hubby is probably right. I hate it when that happens.

husbandsick

My hubby was gone this weekend on a bachelor party cruise. I refrained from blogging because I knew it would come off as whiny and pathetic. Now he's home, I'm happy, and I can talk about the tragedy that is "us" being apart. We don't do well apart. I missed him the second he left the car at the airport. Seriously, my eyes welled up with tears. Luckily I had the dog to give me comfort (he came to the airport with us - it's a family affair).

The hubby called on Saturday to tell me he missed me so incredibly much (how good is he??). I, of course, probably missed him more but didn't want to say it because I would have burst into tears and I was with Redhead Jen (embarrassing!). Instead all I could blurt out was "I have so much to tell you" to which he asked "anything important?" And I had to admit "um, no!" Of course not, do I ever have anything important to say? Yes. But no. One of my favorite parts of my day is rattling off (in an overly dramatic manner) each and every mundane detail of my day to my sweet husband. Him being gone, physically, and also unreachable by phone was ruining my mojo. I need the hubby!

I slept horribly each and every night he was gone. It could be a coincidence. Nah! He came home on Sunday. I slept amazingly well. 

I'm back to being such a happy little wife!

** Note: there is no picture for this post because I had some artistic differences with my hubby. Please see next post.

little wife?

nothing about me is little. nothing.

not my boobs, butt, hair, body, height (okay, that's average). nothing.

but for some reason my hubby calls me little wife.

i love it.