about me
I see the world through the lens of the married person. You know, those boring people in society who read newspapers (who does that?), choose a china set, and wear matching argyle sweaters, I am not one of them. You won’t have to prepare yourself for stories about an avalanche of boring things, like how to secretly throw your husband’s stuff away, how to cry on cue to get “your man” to do the dishes, and how to secretly set aside money to buy more shoes. I am not that type of wife…you know, not a psycho.
I am a student so I am too busy to work “crazy” into my schedule. My husband and I are perfectly normal.
Last night I discovered him having a heated conversation with a wrinkle in his shirt whilst he was ironing. It was something along the lines of, “I’m gonna get you YOU SONOFABITCH” and then he threw in some Greek swear words that I don’t understand. Something about the wrinkle’s mother. It seemed to work, that shirt came out wrinkle free.
I would never, in an attempt to make my husband buy me a puppy, subject him to YouTube clips of puppies playing…for two hours…well, I only did that once. We narrowed it down to a Westie or a Maltese.
We’re perfectly normal. That’s what makes our relationship work.
