Thursday, August 21, 2008

My one sick SOB

In the almost 8 years of togetherness, my husband has not only been my lover, but best friend. Fights don't last that long because we usually end up making faces at the other until we laugh. We make fun of each other endlessly, call each other terrible names (whore and douchebag are our favorites), and we play tricks on each other. We push each other around or knock the other off the couch. We push the other off the bed, or breathe horrible morning breath on the other in mean attempts to get the lazy ass out of bed. We (mostly me) burp in the others face, or fart (mostly Jay) on the others arm or leg. We (Jay again) fart in the car and then lock the windows so none of the tainted air can escape. And we send each other these types of cards:

But we also have our loving moments, that are still silly and goofy, but cute nonetheless.

For better or worse, this is who I chose to spend my days and nights with. This man has brought so much fun back to me. He has given me more than I could ask for in so many ways. We may not be your typical married couple, but who wants typical anyway.

I'll take stinky car rides any day, thank you.


random moments said...

Screw typical!! Typical is boring. ;)

You too are cute. Strange, but cute. (I kid, I kid...)

Crankyputz said...

Smelly car rides, the stuff great loves are built on.

Kelly said...

hahaha that was cute! a little gross... but also cute... lol!

Guilty Secret said...

Aw, you guys are adorable :)