See That Sound Guy? I’m His Wife, Bitchessssss.

This is why I love my husband. He’s a total geek about love. Such a geek, in fact, that he graffiti’d it. We could be in the market and I could dare him to scream “I LOVE YOU ANNE CLENDENING!!” from way down the aisle and he would (and has) done it. He’ll come home from an eight hour night at work and rub my back. He’s never grumpy. He does everything he can to support me while I write this book, including being the sole dog walker and dinner planner. I never plan anything, except brief trips to Vegas and… wow. I honestly can’t think of anything else. Seriously, I just sat here for at least two minutes, and there’s nothing. I don’t plan fuck-all. I don’t even plan on moving over to my side of the bed by the time he gets home from work, because while he’s out of the house I like to lay on his side and write because it makes me feel near him. And I am not kidding AT ALL when I say he just pulled up outside. JUST NOW. I have a feeling that he’s going to want to watch an episode of NYPD Blue, right now, at 12:45 at night, because we’re hooked on it and there are 14 episodes on the DVR. But we stayed up until 5:00am last night watching UFC and it was raining so hard I couldn’t sleep and I would be super cranky right now but I’m not because I’m happy he’s home ♥