Lucky to Be Alive

I love my husband very much. That does not mean that I don't get the urge to kill him sometimes.

My husband snores. Loudly. In the time we have been married, I have gotten used to his snoring. In fact when he stops snoring it will wake me up and I will poke him to make sure he is still breathing.

The other night after waking up from a nightmare involving large spider webs and my cousins, I decided to visit the bathroom before going back to bed. When I got back in bed, Bob was not snoring. I put my hand on him and he was not moving. I felt in a different spot and still no breathing. At least I knew he had not been dead long as he was still warm. I am starting to panic a little so I go to check his pulse at his throat at which point he starts giggling "I'm alive!". He heard me get up and when I came back to bed he thought it would be funny to hold his breath to scare me. I did not find this very amusing at the time and called him a very specific portion of anatomy.

He is lucky I love him.

My Husband Must Love Me

My husband must love me. Yesterday afternoon, we went to a Joann's near our house which is liquidating their inventory and he bought me yarn.

For a knitter, that's LOVE!

New Shoes?

Do you think that perhaps its time to buy a new pair of shoes? Yes, Bob is actually wearing these shoes at work. They must have great sentimental value. I am surprised he did not use duct tape.