I so love this man of mine.

He can always make me laugh. And he laughs at me. Sometimes at some damned inappropriate stuff that I spout off just to get a reaction.

He is a fantastic father. Always has gone out of his way to make sure the boys got to play whatever sport or extracurricular activity that they are interested in. When they don’t want to – he doesn’t force it on them. (I must admit that I was secretly thrilled when LB decided to sit out a baseball season. Just that much less running to practices and games.)

There is nothing he can’t do. For real. He keeps the cars maintained, the lawn done, the pool in order and any kind of household repair or remodel that pops up is no problem. He asked my Mom to teach him how to make kimchi so he could make it for me.

He puts up with the crazy that is me. I know that I can be a handful. I totally appreciate that he hasn’t kicked me to the curb after some of the things I have done or said. Sometimes, I am a lunatic.

He writes awesome love letters. I still find them stuck in my purse or in the front seat of my car.

I adore him.

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Sometimes Sweety likes to bond with Tiny Dog after they’ve been drinking beer. Click to biggum!

I love that she’s just a blur in the last photo because she couldn’t get away fast enough. She’s got some sharp toenails as you can tell from the expression on Sweety’s face.

I’ll see you all again in a week or so. After we leave here tomorrow, I’ll be without internet service. It will do me good to be off of the grid for awhile.

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Poor Tiny Dog. Not only is there shame involved in The Wearing Of The Cone – it also keeps her from beer.

After Sweety finishes one, he’ll throw it across the room and Tiny Dog will rocket to it & spend all night trying to crack it open to get to the few drops left inside. When she was presented with a bottle that actually had stuff in it, she almost lost her mind.

Sweety does let loose with some cursing. He’d had a bit to drink and I had already chased him around the house while wielding Tiny as a weapon. So he was a little jumpy around her.

Here’s the link if you don’t see the video.

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This weekend I got a GPS! Yay! I’ll NEVER be lost again! To celebrate, I took the boys to this fort. When we got there, I realized it was NOT the fort that I’d meant to go to. I wanted to go here but I hadn’t known the name of the place when I was looking for it. But thanks to technology, I was able to find the proper name and get us there.

We spent a little over an hour, sweating our asses off, looking at the fort. Very neat. Then we went to Ripley’s Believe It Or Not! I love those places. I’m such a sucker. Then we walked all over downtown Saint Augustine. And then? Then I was able to follow my new leader, The GPS, as it led me home. Wonderful!

We got the GPS since I’m driving the boys and my niece to Oklahoma this summer for our vacation. I’ll leave a couple of days before Sweety is flying out and then will pick him up from the airport. We’re going to stop in Alabama and do some sight-seeing there on our way. And I know I’ve mentioned it already, but TINY DOG WILL BE WITH ME! IN BED! WITH ME! FOR TWO WEEKS!

Do you know what’s second best to hotel sex? Sleeping with Tiny Dog in a hotel. I can’t wait. Sweety is going to read this, become even more jealous of Tiny and off her before vacation. I can see it happening.

Do you know what makes me want to have hotel sex at home?

Sweety washing Stinky Dog for me. You really have no idea what a turn on it is.

Stinky isn’t so excited when the bathing is going on but she reaps benefits later. She’s easier to love when she isn’t oily. Um, don’t ask why the flashlight is in the background. I’m not sure exactly what Sweety does when he’s washing her. I just know that she’s clean when she walks out of the bathroom.

Oh! If you haven’t voted for this photo, please give it a tap!

Let me share something with you. I finished those damn Twilight books. I didn’t want to like them. The first two didn’t really excite me but book three got under my skin. Went out and got the last book and read it in one 5 hour sitting. Because I had to know how it ended before I could go to sleep. I am so glad that I’m done with them. And for the record, I am Team Jacob. I have had dreams of having little werewolfy babies. I can’t believe that I’m admitting that.

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Oh, people! We were watching television last night and Sweety told me the story of when he met M@gic J0hnson. Hahahahahaha! I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but when Sweety was younger, he played basketball. He had a scholarship to some college in Ohio but he left after just a few weeks because he was a freaking maroon and missed his girlfriend. So getting to breathe the same air as Mr. Johnson was a source of major excitement.

Here, I talked Sweety into telling you the story.

Please forgive any awkwardness. He was nervous in front of the camera. That’s why he held that damn glass the whole time. I think he was afraid that he was going to flap his hands all over the place.

I like that he knows he better be good even when I’m not around. I’m like Santa Claus that way. See you when you’re sleeping and whatnot.

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He is addicted to using baking soda as an antacid. We buy it in 2 pound boxes. A few days ago – he ran out. It was bedtime and he was freaking out because he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to sleep through his heartburn or whatever if he couldn’t have some before bed.

So he peeked in the cabinet where the box stays. Eureka! The previous box had leaked out some during its stay with us!

He scraped it up and picked out whatever grub that was mixed in with it the best that he could. He was so happy. Like a crackhead who found a rock hidden in the couch cushion.

It was just enough to mix up and drink.

Gross. Gross. Gross.

I offered to go to the store and get a new box for him but he declined. He is brave and unafraid of eating termite eggs.

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