If you have called, texted, or tried to communicate with me in any way you most likely didn't get a response. (Which may or may not be expected behavior.)
My head has not been in the clouds. In fact, my head has been shoved into an extra large clear glass vase that once held beautiful flowers from my babe. Now it is the holder of half digested nutrients. In other words, puke. See:
I'm actually a little depressed today, because my vase that had become my best friend and worst enemy has shattered today. A burial will take place tonight. (As soon as William gets home to do it)
I chose that picture because it looked the prettiest out of all of them. My friend Adrienne said it looked like an Orange Julius. The bean and cheese burritos just looked plain nasty.
Weird to think that 3 months ago this happened:
My intentions for this little post really is just to acknowledge the fact that I am in freaking love with William. Seriously he has been the best husband wife I could have ever hoped for during this magical experience.
I come home and he has already cleaned up all my messes. I want food (now) and he makes it. Then he cleans the dishes. I want to sleep at 8pm and he goes to bed with me. He has done all of our laundry the whole time. I throw up he cleans it up (every single time I promise!) I have gas, he smells it-like a man...well he can improve on the complaining of the rancid stench ;) Who is this man and where did he come from? AND why the heck did he marry me?!?! Still in shock.
You would think with all that he does he would be ugly or something, but no, he is so handsome!
Ladies and gentleman take a look at my dream man:
And in just 2 weeks we will find out if this,
is a
or a
!!!!!
This is my ode to William. Let it be said, let it be written.
