August 15th, 2012
Henry is 52 years old today. Isn’t he handsome? I know, I think so too.
What Henry Tolerates:
Me writing about our sex life.
Me shopping like a slavering addict at Boden when I have nowhere to wear their clothes.
My feet molesting his every night.
Me accusing him of cheating if I dreamt about it.
Me meeting an old beau to make amends for some cadish behavior of mine.
Me sinking a lot of dough into a blog (wtf?).
Me sleeping with a mouth guard.
Me cashing in the coins he saved for seven years and using them to get a mani-pedi.
Why Henry’s Lucky:
He has to keep his defenses sharp in order to survive one wife, two daughters and a fat feline.
He can always build a Saddam spider hole in the backyard if he needs to escape.
He’s learned to be less buttoned-up due to his wife’s confessional blog.
He’s become an excellent cook.
He’s become an unparalleled masseuse/tickler
He’s become irreverent. As evidenced by my asking him how he fixed my printer and him replying, “I f#$ked it with my giant c#@k.” Which kind of turned me on.
Honey, happy birthday. Thank you for making me the luckiest woman in the world. I love you. And promise not to tell anyone that your nickname is Honey Potato Man. That will be our little secret as I know it’s a bit emasculating. xo
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