Mustaches

I am afraid of mustaches. I can't explain it.. they just freak me out. Maybe you share my fear of mustaches, maybe you don't. But for some UNGODLY reason, boys are OBSESSED with mustaches... Bryan participated in some sort of mustache May.. or March.. or Movember (There are TOO many mustache months in the year!) for charity.

And THIS is how I react to every mustache I see. I mean.. if there's a blanket available. If there isn't I stay really still so maybe they won't see me.

Gurgle Gurgle

Bryan makes strange noises in his sleep. Lots of bizarre wake-you-up sort of noises. It isn't shown here, but amidst my sleepy rage I will sometimes smack him in the mouth at night to get

him to stop, to no avail. You try sleeping next to a boy making unholy mouth noises.

Sigh

I make an effort to do things after work on weeknights. But I pretty much just end up sitting and watching seventeen re-runs of Grey's Anatomy while my cat rubs himself all over me. At least when I'm with Bryan, he motivates me to get up and do things... but even when we're together we end up sitting watching Golden Girls or something (Shhh).

Snuggies

I think I have 3 Snuggies. All given to me as gifts. Bryan also has a Snuggie given to him from my parents. True story. This is an optimistic snuggie experience.

At the Ball Game

Bryan brings a score-book to baseball games. He asks me questions like, "Remember Ted Williams?" Throughout the duration of the evening I go from nodding and listening to looking like this. Because I have NO idea WHAT he's talking about. But I love him anyway. It was a sincere effort anyway on his part.

The Glass Eye

This is a blog for our anniversary that I will continue to update. These are our true stories of drama, tears... and well let's face it just plain old silly times. To two years! Love you cutie.