Every day, I love my husband just a little bit more.
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Tonight, we're sitting around eating dinner, and somehow the topic came up that we never get what we want. Like whining like little kids, nothing serious, just joking around.
So the conversation concluded as follows:
Me: I never get what I want.
Mister: I know. You wanted a tall British guy and you got a short, white hunk instead.
That really, really tickles me.
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The other day, I went to the Fredericksburg Library book sale and I got a couple books I thought might be interesting for him and me to read, since we just finished an AWESOME book the other day. I used to love reading Dean Koontz, so I brought home Dean Koontz's Velocity. I read the blurb for Michael, which reads:
A diabolic killer plays a harrowing game of cat and mouse with a reclusive bartender in Koontz's latest gripping suspense thriller. Billy Wiles, a 30-something bartender and former writer, is content with his solitary Napa County existence listening to "beer-based psychoanalysis" from tavern regulars; visiting his hospitalized, comatose fiancée, Barbara; and carving wood sculptures. But the simple life gets mighty complicated when he finds a note on his windshield with a deadly, time-sensitive ultimatum: he must choose between the death of a young schoolteacher or an elderly humanitarian in six hours. Reluctant local sheriff Lanny Olsen dismisses it as a joke until a comely teacher is found strangled and another threatening note appears—offering even less time for Billy to decide the fate of two more people.
So, I'm reading this, and already feeling a little creeped out and ready to get back into the Dean Koontz lexicon, when Michael says, "Why don't the cops just stake out the goddamned car?"
Effective, but maybe not the best literary device. Still, that simple observation has quelled my enthusiasm just a bit. ;-)
Ain't he cute, folks?
1 year ago
13 pearl(s) of wisdom:
I got a freakin' cute husband, too. Ask him what A&W stands for (as in A&W regstaurants. His answer: "Ambergers and Wootbeer". Which leaves me double over in laughter at his cuteness when he says it.
I once had a dream, before Talmadge came along, that I was so desperate for companionship that I married some bald, fat (by fat, I mean slovenly, grossly fat - I have no room to talk beyond that), divorced guy with bratty kids whom I was expected to raise because their mother up and left them. His uniform of choice was a stained, dirty wife-beater (some call it a tank top), he was missing a few teeth, and he still pined for his ex-wife and I never did things quite up to her level. Bill Dauterive from King of the Hill is what I envisioned (only he didn't have kids). (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_Dauterive)
Then along came this bald, fat, divorced guy with a kid (HIS words, not mine :))who swept me off my feet. Yeah, he's a bit thin on top (thank his mother's side of the family for that), built like a teddy bear, has a kid that has had his bratty moments but for the most part is pretty great, his only missing teeth are the wisdom teeth that were professionally removed, and he nearly did cartwheels the day his ex-wife (you know - Whatzername)asked for a divorce. No pining for Whatzername there.
He completes me...... (stop that gagging now!)
Remind me again why you're not blogging any more? :-)
Seraphim:
1) You're so sweet.
2) I love you so much.
3) I think I'm gonna be sick.
XXXXXXXXX
--Ol' Fat 'n' Balding Tal
"Remind me again why you're not blogging any more? :-)"
{{sniff, sniff}} Because you took me off your list!
LOL, just kidding. I don't know why. I pop up every now and again with some thought that springs from my addled mind but then I edit myself and think maybe it's not as interesting as *I* may think it is. I dunno. I do need to start blogging more instead of hijacking the comments sections of my friends! :-) Even Talmadge tells me that I should blog more, too. He thinks I write good.
Kate, Katie, Susan and Sue ... I remember that group well. Such great harmony and a lot of classic rock standards which continue to wear well. Although Sue was the one who only showed up when he felt like it.
Yeah, "he." After that troubled childhood, and the encounter with his deadbeat daddy in a bar, Sue - minus a piece of his ear - went on to a happier life.
Talmadge:
1) YOU are so sweet!
2) I love you bunches!
3) We keep this up, kate/susan is going to kick us BOTH off her list!
P.S. Kate, Katie, Susan and Sue....too many names! I can't decide what to call you when talking about you. It's always, "Tal, did you see what Kate, I mean Susan, I mean Kate/Susan.....you know who I mean....said on her blog/commented about such-and-such?"
Sera: The minute you post to your blog, I'll put you back on my list, I pwomise!!! :-) In all caps, how's that for a deal!!??
It should be interesting meeting you guys in November, then.
Me: Hey! It's the old, fat bald guy!
You: Hey! It's Ka-Su-Ka-Su-whatzername!!!!!!!!!!!!
No, NOT "Whatzername."
That name has already been taken.
I'd sooner settle for "Mrs. General."
"Mrs. Mister"? (wasn't that an '80s band?)
Never mind. Carry on.
Shoot, I forgot about Whatzername being taken! HOW COULD I?! :-)
Major Cookie will be just fine.
"It should be interesting meeting you guys in November, then."
I just hope it doesn't end up like our first date.....us sitting around awkwardly because we didn't know what to talk about. We'd already talked so much online for a month before meeting in person!
That will be an XYAT come March 8, 2008!
I don't know, I think that SOMEHOW we'll do better on this meeting!! LOL!
OK....I've made a post. May the angels sing!
:-D
K/S -- you are going to have a BLAST with Tal & Sera. Garr-on-teed!!!!
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