I have been known to accuse my husband of not being romantic. I’d like to say it is because we’ve been together for two forevers and have a million kids, but that would be a lie. He’s never been especially romantic. I think it’s too much pressure for him. Plus, I don’t want flowers and chocolate. I want him to clean the house while I’m out having drinks with the girls or compliment me on how hilarious my blog is. Neither of those things happen very often so I have to settle for having a good husband who does the dishes and doesn’t think of taking care of his own children as “babysitting.” I’m usually ok with that.
However, I did request that he do something special for Valentine’s Day this year. I think I deserve it after his being absent for last Valentine’s because of the deployment. Nevermind that I’ve already used this excuse for a trip to Hawaii, a designer purse, and a new car. He was gone 10 months, so I get to use the excuse for 10 months.
Dallas did great on Valentine’s Day. I was completely surprised by the gift he left for me in the morning. We had to reschedule our date night because we were busy arguing over our (still not complete) bathroom remodel. But, I know he has a plan and that it’s a good one. Besides, I don’t really need a romantic night out when I get texts like this…
I don’t know what is more romantic; that he texts me from the bathroom, that he is so excited about something that I have to come see it while he is in the bathroom, or that for once he decided I didn’t need to see his poop.
That’s love right there.
bwahahahaha….sounds like Brandon although when i called him this morning to see why he wasn’t home from work yet he told me it was to save me from the gnarly poo he had to take, and he took it at work instead(his words not mine.) yeah…that’s love right there!
I love that you’ve been together for 2 forevers. That translates to roughly 237 days of actual cohabitation. I know because we’ve been together going on our 4th forever, and we’ve only lived together 412 days. Yay.
Ha ha ha ha! I love that my husband watches our kids and doesn’t call it babysitting either. It’s the little things right?
And that makes me think of Bill Engvall when he talks about yelling for his wife from the bathroom” Bring the camera it’s alive!!”
I am the Dallas in my relationship with Hot Joe. Without the poop sharing.
If we’re ever in the same vicinity, Dallas and Bill can hang out and read our hilarious blogs while you and I go out and get a drink.
Maybe even more than one.
(A girl can dream. Even when she’s 44 and too old to be called a girl.)
He’s a good one:) I have a good one too!
Keeper. I have one, too.
HA!! I usually only get texts requesting toilet paper. Sometimes I pretend not to see them.
Bwahahahahaha!! Men with a great sense of humor and sense of wonder like that of a child, are hot!!!
The disclaimer says to me that he’s asked you to check out his poop before – romantic, indeed. My guys only invite me when it’s shaped like Lincoln’s head.