I could say that I got married because I really and truly love the husband, that he is my soul mate and we were destined to be together, that he completes me and blah, blah, blah. But really, I'm not that kind of a gal. Yes, I do love him but you have to understand, when I was picking out our wedding invitations I shocked the salesperson by stating that I didn't want one of those sappy invites that mentions "love" and "joy" and all that lovey dovey mumbo jumbo. I'm a practical gal who loves without having to use flowery language to express that. In the words of some bad 80's rock band I'm a "more than words" kind of a person. And so, I expect the same from the husband. Do rather than say. And, that normally works out pretty well, except when the husband isn't around. So, when the hose that carries the water from the washing machine and into the laundry tubs mysteriously falls out and all the water pours into the basement, he shows how much he loves me by telling me to stay out of the way while he cleans it up. But, like I said, he's not here which leaves only little 'ole me to clean up the sudsy mess all the while swearing because hey, this is exactly why I got married, so that I wouldn't have to deal with messes like this!
On a brighter note, QT and I perfected giving each other Eskimo kisses today. I sometimes joke that I am having children in order to have someone to clean my house for me, but truth be told I wanted to see the beautiful smile on a little boy's face when we rub noses together. Shhhh.......don't tell anyone.
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