February 24, 2011
Mine does. Yep, that's right. Sarge reads my blog. (Heeeey BAYBAY!! I know yer there!)
And you know what's super strange? I think it turns me on. No, seriously.
Honestly, I don't know exactly how much he reads. Hell, for all I know, he just clicks the link on his facebook wall just in the off chance that he'll be met with a gigantic pic of my tits. You know, because guys think like that. I'm sure, in his mind, it's perfectly logical and possible that one day, he will click on the link to my blog and there will be a picture of my tits. Of course! How is that not possible?
Pffffft!
Is that why you're here, my darlin' lover? You and I both know you don't need any more pictures of my fabulously fabulous boobies, so you MUST be reading my blog. Am I right?
Perhaps you're making sure I don't say anything against OPSEC. (That would be "operation security" for all of you non-GI-Joe types).
Perhaps you're making sure I don't tell anyone how totally mind-blowing you are in the sack. Because that would just be embarrassing!
Perhaps you're making sure I don't unleash the fierce beef I have with the number of pairs of shoes you own. Or the way you like to leave piles of your crap all over the house that you absolutely SWEAR you're going to "take care of" one day.
Perhaps you're worried I will tell people how you reach your foot over to touch mine when I crawl in the bed at night.
Maybe you don't want me to say anything about the impressive amount of time you spend fixing your hair every morning, complete with the flashing of the supermodel pose in the mirror, and then saying shit like "You know I look good! Huh? Huh?! Am I right? Hell yeah, I'm right!"
Yes. Of course you're right.
Or, maybe it's the morning kissy you're worried I'll talk about. All those mornings you think I'm asleep when you lean over to kiss me goodbye, sometimes I wake up right at the very end, just as your turning to walk away.
No. I'd never talk about those things!
But, regardless of the reason, I am glad you're here. Even if I can't even keep your attention long enough for you to make it this far without boobs.
It still totally turns me on.
10 minions who have sucked on my crap:
LUBS YOU!
I'm thinking this post was intended for the person who already commented but I just wanted to say...it's pretty damn hot your honey has a thing for shoes.
That's fine. Take his side. I see where we stand now! But yeah. His shoe collection would probably even make Lady Gaga all moist in her lady parts.
Heh, or smile with both sets of lips.
Nope, she doesn't. Not because I don't want her to, but because it's where I can let the nerd out that she couldn't care less about. That's real.
Well, as long as his shoe collections doesn't sport names like Jimmy Choo, Louboutin and Manolo Blahnik.
Not that I have anything against males who want to look like the finer sex...but it might crash your budget and I know how frugal you are and all...
Mine can't read. Well, I mean, he can't read anything that's not related to sports or weather. Even then, I think he's just looking at the pictures.
LOL! Great Stuff! My darling hubby doesn't read very often. I guess he figures that's my space. However, I'm positive that if I posted boobie pictures, he'd be all over it. He kind of reminds me of Stewie that way. Can you picture a 36 year old man exclaiming, "Boobies! he he he he!" the way only Stewie can?
By the way, thank you for your comments earlier. I always appreciate fellow "tell it like it is" folks.
Barb- I cannot even believe you know those names. The only one that's even vaguely familiar is Louboutin. Vaguely.
Sapphire- When I find another blogger who actually has teenagers and not babies, talking about real issues and not just diapers and headbands with flowers on them, I am a super happy girl!
Nope. He knows I started one, but blogging isn't his thing. I like it that way because then I can complain about how he leaves his crap laying everywhere and he is none the wiser. LOL
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