It's Been 20 Years

Twenty years ago today, Mr. Husband and I promised to love, honor, and cherish each other before God, our family and friends.

There has been much more than just love, honor, and cherish that NO.ONE.WARNED ME ABOUT! We have literally grown up together in the past 20 years. I, we've changed more diapers that I can to remember, our weight has changed, as well as hairstyles, clothes, likes and dislikes.

I can honestly say, I don't love him like I used to. My love has changed. I have a better appreciation, and a greater love Mr. Husband than I did 20 years ago. The sacrifices he's made for our family, along with the jobs he's held so that we'd have. 

We're just getting started, and have a long way to go! And I'm looking forward to it.

Cutting Up!

I cut myself shaving! And it didn't feel so good! I started to blame BP, instead, I'm placing the blame where it should be, on Mr. Husband!

During the summer, I shave my legs more often. One because I have course hair, and it grows back like I put fertilizer in my lotion. Two, I want my legs to look nice and flawless. That big fleshy scrape, puts a damper on my sexiness!

Mr. Husband buys disposable razors in bulk from the local wholesale club. There are like 50 razors in that box. Instead of asking for one, I just help myself. Clearly, if he has a bunch of them he won't miss one every now and then. Right? Wrong!

Noticing his stash of razors were a little low, Mr. Husband got a little huffy, about HIS STUFF. In order to keep peace, and leave HIS razors alone, I bought my own. When shopping around for the right female razor, I looked at the color, shape of the handle, and the price. Those things are expensive.

I settled on a cute package of pink razors, with a great handle design, and reasonably priced. They were a little less than $4, for three. Instead of shaving every other day, I'm now having to shave everyday. It doesn't give me a close shave like Mr. Husband's brand. It's almost scratchy.

This morning while shaving my legs in the shower, I felt a little stick, then a sting. I cut myself! Not a little nick, but a one inch scrape. You can see the white flesh of my leg! Had I been using one of Mr. Husband's razors, this wouldn't have happened! So, like I said, the blame falls on him!

You know what this means. I'm throwing those dull, inexpensive (cheap) razors in the trash, and going back to sneaking Mr. Husband's razors. He'll get over it.
  

Father's Day Recap

I was so pumped about Father's Day, I knew I had the perfect gift idea!

When ever we ask Mr. Husband what he wants for Father's Day, birthday, Christmas... he always says, "Nothing."

He says he'd rather do for us. But who in their right mind wants "NOTING!" Not me.

Through the years, I've tried really hard to get Mr. Husband good gifts. It's a task, and after being married for almost 20 years, my creative juices have dried up! There have been hits and misses. I've bought him good gifts, and gifts he didn't like so much.

This year, I knew I was dead on! I had the perfect gift in mind. The kids even agreed with me. For a while now, every time we take even a simple trip, Mr. Husband would say he needs a GPS. Earlier in the year, he even borrowed one, and liked it very much.

Sunday, before getting ready or church, the kids and I went into the bedroom together, to give him his gift. He opened the bag and said, "Thank you..." And I heard the BUT coming.

I wouldn't let him get his but out, while the kids were in the room. But of course he did eventually. "I like it, but it's a gift for the family, not something I want for me."

I understood, finished putting dinner on, and got ready for church.

Dinner was more to Mr. Husband's liking. I made a big soul food dinner. He dinned sufficiently, and passed out!

Reading Is Still Fundamental!

A few weeks ago, Mr. Husband got a new cell phone. With a new phone comes the hassle of learning the features, bells, and whistles. The kids raved about the new phone. They also told him how much he would like it. It can do this, that, and the other, they said.

After the first couple of days, Mr. Husband mentioned he was still trying to figure things out. Okay... I started thinking, and asked a stupid question. "Have you read the manual yet?"

There was no answer, total silence. He continued to tinker, pushing buttons. His silence was confirmation enough. He had NOT read the manual, and had no intention of reading it. I was cool with that, it wasn't my phone.

During a conversation about a text he received, a week ago, Mr. Husband said he was having trouble sending them. He could reply to a text, once someone sent it to him, but composing one, he couldn't. Again, I asked that same stupid question. And just like before, I got no answer.

Yesterday, time sprang forward. In order for our cell phones to reset, we had to turn them off. On our way home from church, Mr. Husband said the screen of his phone had something extra since it reset. This time, I said nothing.

When preparing for bed, and setting his phones alarm, he mentioned the something extra again on his screen. You guessed it. I asked, yet again, if he'd read the manual. This time I got an answer. "It didn't come with a one, only a pamphlet, and a safety guide."

Now I'm curious. Surely, the phone came with a owners manual. I looked through the book. And sure enough, there was the safety guide, and a pamphlet. I thumbed through the safety guide, and opened the pamphlet and scanned through it. "The pamphlet is the owner's manual."

I read the few lines, and told him what to do with the widget. "Widget, what's a widget," he asked.

That thing he wanted off his screen! Finally, he read the manual!