The other day I was on the phone with my older sister. She is a fabulous person and has a heart of gold. I always say that my sister will get me into heaven with all of the prayin' 'she does for me!
Well, apparently my older sister has been reading my blog. So the other day on the phone she asks me, "Does your husband read your blog?" To which I responded "Duh! Of course, don't you know I occupy every moment of thought that he has? Don't you know he is so in awe of me and the fact that he is actually married to such a catch that he has to read my blog every single day of his life in order to feel close to me when he is at work?" Well... actually I said "Some days... when he is bored at work I suppose."
She went on to tell me that she is afraid I am not so nice to my husband from time to time on this blog. Now, this is where I giggle a bit because my family loves my husband, and they should because he is a good guy, and he did take me off of their hands. My husband's family... not so fond of me. Whatever. Something about me taking him away... blah blah blah.
I had to explain to my sister that my husband knows exactly who he is married to and a lot of good stuff comes along with my bad stuff. So I tell him to "get off of me" from time to time, that does not mean that I do not love him and think that he is the best thing since sliced bread. Sure I may call him disgusting and egotistical, but that does not mean that I will not seek him out when I am frightened or need a strong guy to open the jar of pickles. Maybe I do tease him and try and get a laugh at his expense from time to time, but my husband is the type of person that is so good and so smart that my funny little anecdotes about him are in no way damaging to his psyche.
If my husband could not handle me... well then we would not have lasted 15 years and I would be typing this blog from Bon Jovi's mansion and not from this family room with all of these children running around asking me for a snack 1000 times a day.
My husband is man enough to handle my blog.