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Most guys are complete wusses when they’re sick.
(HA! I just wrote “pregnant” instead of sick. That was funny. Anyway…)
Most guys, when sick, roll around in agony, whine in misery, certain that they are writhing on death’s doorstep.
Not Clint.
This man has the immune system of an elephant.
(This is, of course, assuming elephants have excellent immune systems. I, for one, have never seen a sick elephant, so I’m going with that analogy.)
And the suck-it-up-ness of something equally tough.
(Sorry, I’m out of animal analogies. My brain is still stuck on sick elephants.) Read more on PhotoBlog: Impromptu…
Be forewarned: This blog post ain’t gon’ be pretty.
I cannot remember the last time I have had so many consecutive days of absolute pissed-off-ness.
Many of you know that Washington was hit by uncharacteristically chilly and anti-summer-like conditions until, let’s see… oh, that’s right: Tuesday.
Read more on Pissy Mom Thoughts…
Our movie was due back in 50 minutes and Clint had his shoes on, keys in hand, ready to walk out the door. I grabbed him by the shirt, pulled him toward me and whispered in his ear, “You know what makes me hot?”
You have friends who do it.
In fact, you’ve probably done it.
Heck, even as I write this blog, I realize I did it just a month ago.
Vaguebooking, as defined by Urban Dictionary is:
I posted here about the topic for next week’s vlog being your entertaining labor and delivery stories. Although the emails have been flooding in (and by flooding in, I mean, um. One. No, wait, that was me emailing myself. So, none) I’m wondering if we should just start this whole vlog thing off with a bang and talk about the ever-so-embarrassingly hilarious sexual stuff.
After getting pregnant with Colby by merely holding hands (swear!), then our IUD baby Lily, and then twins, it was quite clear that Clint and I were insanely fertile. At one of my first OB appointments after finding out about the twins, I informed my doctor that I definitely, 100… no 1,000% wanted my tubes tied on the operating table.
After my last blog, I have a feeling I know where your mind is headed with the title of
this post.
Don’t deny it, if you’re my reader, you’re probably gutter-brained too… (That’s why I like you.)
After a week of …
When we opened our fortune cookies after our Safeway-nese meal tonight, mine said, “Be prepared to receive something special.” Clint’s read, “You will
continue to take chances and be glad you did.”
My darling, nookie-deprived (because I’ve been gone for a week) husband came up to me later, holding both of our fortunes in his
hand.
… from boredom. And good acting. And, uhm, yeah, it was way too much fun to make fun of.
(A Warning: If you are a die-hard Fireproof fan, you’re probably going to hate the following blog post.)
I have been hearing, all over the Facebook world and beyond, such claims as “Fireproof is the best movie ever” and “Fireproof is a must-see for married couples.” I thought it was a
passing trend, something that would die down, but nope, 2 years after its debut, it still crops up in …
I. Am. So. Excited!
terrible, awful day and that whole “we have to buy a new car” thing? Well, we bought one. I
researched used cars in our area, narrowed it down after comparing reviews, prices, mileage, NADA prices, etc. and Clint and I went out at 7:00 last night to look at the three we had narrowed it down
to.
We had one in particular that we were jonesin’ for, a 2007 Chrysler Sebring in purdy …
So, there I was, mostly naked, lying on my stomach. First touch, the side of my boo-tay. Next, up my back. My neck. My arms.There was oil involved. Slow music played in
the background. I lost myself in ecstacy and thought, “Wow, I’m glad I shaved my legs for this.”
“Let me know if you get uncomfortable,” she said in a calming voice.
It was a massage, sicko. Get your brain …
