Today is my birthday. One more year and I’ll be in a new decade.
My husband gave me this stuff as one of my gifts. I am not sure how I feel about it. Is he trying to tell me something? Do I need anti-aging lotions? I’ll tell myself he knows I like Biotherm products and he just didn’t realise what exactly he was giving me.
I don’t feel older. I don’t feel like a grownup. People treat me like an adult. I’m expected to act like an adult and make reasonable decisions…and most of the time I do, but a piece of that insecure, awkward teenager I used to be still lives inside me. I don’t know when I will feel like I’m really a grownup…maybe never. And that’s okay.
Guess what?! Yesterday my husband woke up with a cold. Not just any cold though, a MAN COLD.
What’s the difference between a cold and a man cold you ask? Well let me tell you.
A cold is what we normally know as a stuffy/runny nose, cough, a few aches.
A man cold is all that plus a whiny, grown man who can’t quite grasp why he feels so awful. He feels like he’s dying and the world is coming to an end because he feels so terrible.
A man cold isn’t fun, especially for wives. You’d think the man was on his death-bed or suffering a horrific illness. Nope just a cold. But, a man cold because you know, men can be such babies.
I need to find this and buy it for my husband. He is the king of going back to sleep.
I bought him a “Clocky” but he just turns it off instead of hitting snooze.
The transmission died in our car so we went car shopping. Hubby was looking at what I consider Grandpa cars, you know the kind I mean – functional, decent gas mileage, 4-doors – all the things that scream almost retired. So I pointed out the one I thought we should get. I guess he liked my choice… we picked this Mustang GT up from the dealer today. 🙂
Happy 5th anniversary to my husband. Since I met you my life has never been the same. Thanks for making it better and happier. I love you.
According to my husband I am the Golden Retriever, he is the German Shepherd. Quite frankly I don’t eat that fast. He just eats really slow. 🙂
I am the first kind and my husband is the second. I just don’t understand why he doesn’t delete all those emails (or mark as read). Absolutely drives me crazy.