I really hate Sunday’s.
The Hub gets all stress-y, holds it in, then explodes all over the place.
Every week this happens. And somehow I still never see it coming.
I mean he’s fabulous, okay I really couldn’t ask for a better guy. It can’t be easy being married to me. I know this. I admit it. I’m always chasing unicorns and burning dinner and so many other stupid little things.
Still. I wish he’d get a blog. I love the open honesty we have but a dumpster I am not.
Neither are you, don’t get wrong here. I wish kittens and rainbows for all of you. But coming here to work things out has saved me loads of trouble over this last year…its therapy. Who couldn’t use a lil of that?
Anyway, that happened and here I am. I’ve been kinda busy with illustration work lately. I’m eternally grateful myself but the Hub gets a little frustrated when I make the obvious choice of art over housework.
I should’ve come here last night. Thought about it…played Dragon Wars instead.
They have this unicorn, you see, and…
But I digress. When I finally did show up, your comments and a tear jerker nomination from Living A Beautiful Life (response in a few!) brought me a few smiles and a good deal of peace.
Priceless. I thank all the Hypothetical Yous. Wish I had better words to give but maybe you’ll catch my vibe, anyway.
You’re pretty good at that.
And I know Hub. It’s not really me he’s shadow boxing. God knows I’ve punished him for blows dealt by others. I can certainly return the favor of his patience today.
Definition of Love, folks.
About a year ago I wrote a post concerning the importance of socks and here we are again, full circle.
Authors, art, blog posts and unicorns must wait. There’s a guy here challenging my love.