Nothing Ends a Debate Like ‘Skinny’ (OS:S in the ET on the 09/01/13)

Preface: I love him despite conversations like this. Also because of conversations like this. Also because he doesn’t care that I publish them. Also just because.

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Acknowledgement: Without him, I would have substantially less writing material. And laughter. And, well . . .

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Mr. Goodbar and The Trophy Wife (OS:S in the E-T on the 5-of-6-of-2012)

He’s my gibbon, my swan, my French angelfish, my wolf, my penguin.

He’s my lobster.

And also. . . my Mr. Goodbar.

The Day The Husband Said He Wants To Be Friends

(*With ongoing updates, below.)

This morning, after years of his disinterest to the point of dismissiveness, I get this:

SARCASTIC CAPTIONING TREASURE, PEOPLE.

In the process of uploading the photo to Facebook, I realized no way was I going to be able to settle . . . → Read More: The Day The Husband Said He Wants To Be Friends

Not To Get Too Judgy, But If You’re Not Incorporating Milli Vanilli Into Your Motherhood Style You Might Be Doing Something Wrong

She loves to spells things out for me:

“A-P-X-I-E-R, that spells ‘I need some paper, please!”

And bored with writing her own name, has taken to writing out other words for us.

Like “our names” in chalk in the driveway one evening.

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Love-ish Notes

Me:  If it’s possible to die from nausea then you may soon be a widower.

[pause]

Me:  And if cause of death is nausea, secondary to pregnancy, then you might be facing a little murder indictment problem.

Me:  Or manslaughter.

The Husband:  I’ll say it wasn’t mine.

(Come on – you and yours must . . . → Read More: Love-ish Notes