I had a great birthday yesterday. While this could be because I got birthday wishes from random companies that send out mass e-mails and don't have a clue who I actually am, it's more likely due to the number of comments I got on this here blog. You all made my day. Thank you so much.
The Coach worked hard to make me happy too. He said we could do whatever I wanted for my birthday, so we went shoe shopping. Let this be a cautionary tale to all you male readers (both of you), even your best of intentions could land you in the woman's shoe department shopping for heels. Use kindness carefully, it could backfire.
In addition to shoe shopping I subjected him to dress shopping. (I know, I know I totally took advantage of him) I made him chase the kids around the dress section of the store while I tried on 5 different dresses. I really think he had a great time.
He's a good man. Mostly he's just happy if he can make me happy and I do appreciate him. I appreciate that he calls me from work for no reason except that he misses me, that he skipped the second day of the NFL draft to take me to Fall Out Boy. I especially like how he opened a Twitter account even though he had no idea what it was. He twittered once and was confused because it would only let him write a few sentences. Seriously, I think I might be married to awesome. I even like how he rambles on and on and on about prospective players for the Bills and which one of the rookies he's most excited for. I even listen once in awhile because I love that he wants to share what he's interested in with me. Of course just about the time I start to think he's too good to be true he says something like, "I married you for your boobs."
I'm pretty sure he was serious.
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7 comments:
You forgot to mention that he's an honest man too!
Get a room. I mean, seriously. Who wants to read about happily-married-and-in-love? Ew. No one.
That said, I asked Mr. Punk yesterday if I love him *because* he's a geek or *in spite* of it. He replied that I love him for his body. What does it say about me that I had visions of Mater from Pixar's Cars when he said this? Not that he's built like a rusted, hillbilly truck. For a geek, he's decidedly fit. Yum.
You know, I think he might be right...
Thanks Missy,
For showing the whole wide world that I am a super stud. The perfect male who not only looks good, but has a great personality and intelligence that is rivaled by very and i mean very few.
The Man
Coach,
You kind of rock.
Love,
your favorite sister-in-law (you know it's true)
Dione, I also forgot humble apparently.
Oh and Punk, I told you he was awesome.
Let it be known that me and "Coach" share many similarities. Tell all your lady friends.
I can tell you right now, Mr. Montana, that none of my friends would look twice at a man, no matter how awesome, who uses the phrase "me and Coach."
Repeat after me: Coach and I. Coach and I.
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