On this day, 43 years ago, God decided to bless a woman and a man with a beautiful son. The angels watched over him since then, making sure that he could celebrate this special day and enjoy all the blessings in life. Happy Birthday to my wonderful husband.
FUCK! I thought this was Facebook. Sorry guys. I must have logged on to the wrong account. BUT……Really? Like I’d send my husband a message on Facebook or a message about him. I think if that happens, then we should get a divorce. We live together. I’m not looking to FB, Tweet or text him when we are under the same roof. My relationship is private. We aren’t a show and quite frankly, we’re not that exciting. AND……The interesting stuff is for our eyes and ears only. Certainly, I only tell people the bullshit I want to tell them. No one knows the inner working of our relationship. Hell, I don’t even know the inner workings!
So what about the greeting card industry? I’m not a fan of celebrating and sending a card for every frickin’ holiday and occasion known to and invented by man………..BUT…………I do like to select an appropriate card for someone when the mood strikes. Once I scribble inside, it’s personal and let’s face it, sometimes you just want something you can hold in your hands. Get your minds out of the gutter people. Oh! It wasn’t? Sorry. I guess it is now.
SO…….Let’s try this again, in a style befitting of this blog and not resembling what you will never hear me say to my hubby. Cuz, that’s private bitches.
Good thing you were born, so we could be together today. Of course, what if you blew my chances of being with someone better. Let’s just say you were born to save me from being with someone worse. That sounds good. AND…….Thanks for seeing another birthday, sticking around and shit, otherwise, I would have a major drinking problem from raising these kids alone.