Just desserts

If you follow me on Twitter, today you might have read this:

I asked my husband if he would bring me a cupcake.

He asked me if I would not love him anymore if he didn’t.

I’d had a shitty day- I tangled with a difficult client (no fun!) so I told him it might keep me from killing someone.

When I got home, this was waiting for me!

Brian for the WIN!

He is all kinds of awesome, everyday.

If I could clone him I’d make a fortune.

Buster the Chug (Ribbed for his pleasure)

(Sorry, couldn’t help myself) It is! LOOK!

All right, maybe not "ribbed", perhaps "nubbed?"

Either way, HE LIKES IT, and he’s not ashamed!

If you want me to bite it mom, I will. Nom Nom Nom.

Buster is FUN!  He can be a pill, like the other morning when a huge wind came through in the night, knocked the wheelbarrow over which broke the fence, resulting in a two slat opening, JUST wide enough for him to squeeze through.  Which I didn’t know when I let him out to go potty before I left for work.  So when I let him in 10 minutes later and he didn’t come in… There was much terror. And ten minutes of us driving through our neighborhood looking for him.  Emma was crying that someone was going to steal her dog.  We found him…and Brian fixed the fence when he came home.

Emma adores him:

Love:)

They sing, they dance!

Kisses! Kisses!

Sometimes he just tolerates her exuberant affection, but he loves her lots!

All we need is love!

This dog is SPOILED.  I cannot go shopping without buying him something.  And he’s a chewer, so most thing go quickly.  Here is his assorted loot in one room.

One room's worth, although he does tend to carry his favorites around with him

He got a new baby tonight, see?.

I'm such a good daddy! Or wait....

I'm very small and alone and helpless and cute!

Oh, I have fear!

And having owned hedgehog for exactly two hours the squeaker is already gone!

Gator has seen better days- but is his most favorite of toys. I found him in Winco and will be looking for a replacement next timeI go.

And OMG, do you see his cute little wrinkles?  Around his nose? I just want to bite them, they are so cute!  He is SUCH a cute dog!

Big Bone! Big Bone! This is his nylabone, which he love very much too. DAMN but them's expensive!

Just so you don't think my life is *so* easy, I'll have all of you know she made me SIT for this milkbone and then lay down and THEN? SHE TRIED TO PUT IT ON MY NOSE! My mommy is HEARTLESS, I tell you. My life? One huge tragedy.

He will never be a Chuck, I’m afraid…

Don't look at me like that, I live a life of TORTURE! TORTURE!

O.M.G! LOOK at his face, his cute little face and TELL me how you can not love him? I mean seriously, LOOK AT THIS FACE!

He has an appointment to get his balls chopped off next month- since it’s tax season I need a Saturday appointment.  He spends his spare time looking at girls on the internet- He thinks Ella is QUITE fetching and Pearl has LOVELY eyes and a stunning coat!  He’s quite the ladies man, he just doesn’t know it’s about to come to an end!

He sleeps with Brian and I and prefers to be IN THE MIDDLE.  When we are settling in for the night he tries to sneak in- it’s hilarious, the innocent look on his face.  He KNOWS he’s supposed to be at the bottom of the bed but he wants SO desperately to be in the middle!  A couple of nights ago I woke Brian up laughing because he’d wiggled up between us and was tummy up, snoring! ( He does snore, but not as much or as loud as a pug does.)  As it is, one of us is constantly moving him back down and to the side.  SOMEONE complains about it but when I said we COULD kennel him if we had to at night, someone wouldn’t hear about it. SOMEONE loves this dog just as much as I do.

We’d both prefer it if he wanted to sleep with Emma, but he’s very much oriented towards adults it seems.  And she likes it when he snuggles her, but since he’s a cuddler and she’s a sprawler they are both contented to sleep apart.  We just need a bigger bed.

Speaking of beds…I’m off to mine:)

Counting my blessings

Brian and I are snuggling and chatting about $$ which is tight right now.  It might have been stressful but then he said “It’s not bad being poor when I have you!”  Which is how I feel too. Last year I got a diamond ring for Christmas.  This year we are not exchanging presents, but we are still so happy.  It’s easy to be happy when you’ve got “enough”.  It’s just sometimes you have to learn what “Enough” is.  It’s taken me some time to figure it out.  I still tend to internalize things, stew on them… You’d think after three years as a team I’d know to take my worries to Brian but I forget!  I spent so long doing it myself that I forget I don’t have to.  I always feel better after we talk.

We are good.

We are healthy.

We have food.

We can pay our mortgage.

We are together, a family.

It’s hard but we can do it, hell, I even have a gym membership!  (Although having the contract sucks…) We have so much more than we need, really.  I am grateful.

True story!

"It's Halloween! Lets get kinky!" he says and revs the drill.

What my husband has to put up with

We go to a sporting goods store.

We go to the ammunition isle, cause we need bullets for the pistol.  There is no 9mm ammo in stock. Guess no target practice for me.

So I say “Sorry, honey, its all the gun toten freaks who are buying all the ammo cause Obama’s gonna take thier guns from them. ” (apparantly this gets some dirty looks from some of the freaks in the isle)

“But really Obama’s too busy trying to make sure they have health insurance for when they accidentally shoot themselves to actually take their guns from them.  So really, their guns are totally safe!”

Brian steers me out of the isle.  Because I have to say all of that in a southern accent.  REDNECK accent.

I ask him if he loves me, and he says yes.

“Its cause I’m Klassy!  Klassy with a K!.”

So then he says something to the effect that he’s glad he got out of there without being shot.  Poor guy can’t take me anywhere. Damn my overdeveloped sense of humor.

My husband and I just had a Ménage à trois with a spider.

No. Not on purpose.

Yes. The spider is now dead.

Brian had to defend my honor.

You are welcome.

Compatability

Brian and I both think eggs that are runny are an abomination.  This is one of the many reasons that we belong together.

Runny eggs, BLECK!

When the cat’s away the mice will play

Brian’s off molesting fish- he’s been gone since Thursday.  We signed the offer on the house (ACCEPTED!) and then he left.  No celebrating for us.  (I’m guessing he did an entire bottle’s worth of gin celebrating without me though!)

Every year on the first weekend of May, Brian and his dad and all of their friends go to Duck Valley Indian Reservation and fly fish for 4 days.   Which totally means that Emma and I get to play too. Except that I’m at work and Emma’s with the EVIL ONE.  Our other CPA’s husband got a job in ND and Thursday was her last day.  We are not hiring anyone else to take her place (economy) and I am going to be even busier.  I am not a CPA.  There are things she could do that I can’t.  It’s definitely going to be a time of readjustment….

Emma and I haven’t even stayed up late watching movies- I put her to bed at 8:30 both Thursday and Friday nights and laid down to snuggle her and fell asleep too.  I guess we are well rested.

Brian left me the sweetest note on the computer:

I love you, will you marry me?  Will you buy a house with me?  Tell Emma I love her everyday, and tuck her in for me with an extra hug every night.  I love you, Brian.

Brian asks me to marry him all the time and I always say yes.  You’d think I’d get tired of the words but I don’t, it’s kind of like hearing “I love you”.  I guess that’s really what he’s saying.

Emma misses him.  She keeps asking if today is when he’s coming home.  And then I remind her Sunday and she counts off the days.  She was quite happy that tomorrow when she comes home he will be there.

I miss him too.

Brian says “Why are you always taking pictures woman?”

“All we are doing is testing out a potential camping chair and snuggling and you are always taking pictures!”

Not really, he just looked it.  He doesn’t like his picture taken.

The chair? Super comfortable- much easier to snuggle small child than in conventional camping chair…

Zombies

Dear Diary:

Have developed a fear of zombies.  Have sneaking suspicion fiancee and daughter are becoming zombies, extensive conversations about “eating Mommy’s brain” being only one of many clues.

Send help.  Who is the Buffy of the Zombie World?