Diantha gave me handknit socks
I just bought my husband a Five FInger Death Punch and Theory of a Deadman CD, for Valentine’s Day. ‘Cause nothin’ says love like a little rock and roll.
You are so much better than your mother. Last Valentine’s Day, I asked for a divorce.
Exactly what happened to us. My kids always did say we were Morticia & Gomez.
We want you to tell us that we’re beautiful.
But not too soon or too much because then you seem needy, and we don’t like that. Also, not when we feel fat, gross or have PMS because then, clearly, you’re just being a sarcastic ass. Also, not when we’re naked because you just want to have sex, obviously. Also, not when we’re in sweats or just woke up because we haven’t put in any effort at all and then you just seem like you have really low standards. So you think we’re ugly then? Is that what you think? Fine.
Really. Not. That. Hard.
Seriously… I know a lot of women think this way, but I don’t. My father never told me I was beautiful. My husband of 28 years never did either unless I asked him first.
So if a man wants to tell me I’m beautiful, I’ll take it… even if it’s soon, even if I just woke up (I don’t wear sweats), if I feel fat or gross (I don’t PMS), or if I’m nekkid. Especially if I’m nekkid.
P.S. Kudos to wordsworthinc. Every woman should be so lucky to have a man adore her like he does his lady.
My Mom made me RED heart picot edged socks of awesomeness for my bday
Love you, Des. And I’m glad you liked the socks, too.