A Little Piece of Work....

Check it out! My friend is hosting one of my flash fiction stories on her blog. Kinda AMAZING!

The Realm Of DM Kilgore: Short Story Saturdays ~ A Fantastic Short By Guest...: The beach was silent.             The ocean swallowed the sun on the horizon. Waves lapped softly against the sand. A little girl ...

New Addition to the Family!

See? I didn't try and fake you out this time. 

See this face?

This face is getting a brother on June 29th.

But literally- they'll be brothers. Same breeder. Same dog parents. Same human parents.

Fate says I? Yes, says you.

Ooh, I just can't wait to see the new puppy's wrinkly guts!

Many... many... weeks.

(Note: I had this originally on my other blog, but realized it belonged here.)

Being a military wife means that my husband and I sometimes go weeks without even talking to each other. Many weeks.

Many, many, weeks.

When he's gone, things change. I realized as I poured the last of my frozen strawberries into my Vitamix (thanks Mom!) that it had been almost two weeks since my last serious grocery run. The thought of running to the store flittered through my mind and right back out. I said what I always say.

Nah. I'll go tomorrow.

If I'm happy with a strawberry-chocolate-almond milk-protein shake for dinner, there's absolutely no reason to put my bra back on and go to the store. So, as a result, dinner looked like this:

But that's only because my fridge looks like this:

Then I settled on the couch and my TV selection was this:

Photo credit: http://tvsurveillance.files.wordpress.com/2011/06/cheers-1007.jpg

So I went to the bathroom and my sink looked like this:

Which inevitably means that the pile of clean laundry I put on my husband's half of the King-sized bed looks like this:

And then I realized that having a husband around at least provides an impetus for me to do everyday life things.

Except for Cheers. That probably shouldn't be everyday.

When he's gone I always miss him. Always. But the independent girl inside me stretches her cramped muscles for the first week or two, and enjoys the freedom of living on sweet potatoes and bacon. (Who wouldn't?)

At least I get to cuddle with this guy every night without husband hogging him.

It's been awhile...

For the record, I love you guys.

And I love this blog.

But I started another blog in the meantime. This one I will have to keep up with if I want to one day feed my children.

I'd really appreciate it if you became a follower. Or at least commented. Or clicked on the link. Or sent me to an agent for my manuscript. Oh wait, it's at the editors...

kcrosswriting.com

I bet most of you didn't know I was a writer. Well... now you do!

He's really a gentle beast...

This is what happens when you run 'really fast' into another store while 36 eggs lay "hidden" underneath the pillow your dog is sitting on.

When I found the guilty party, he was cradling an egg in his mouth. Just sitting there, looking around, holding the fragile egg in his massive mountainous canines... undisturbed. Miraculously, no eggs were harmed or broken. Except, on final tally, one whole egg was missing...

For the record, I giggled uncontrollably.

Husbands Best. Day. Ever.

I heard a cry come from our the back bathroom the other day, so I quickly ran back to see what was wrong.

Nothing was wrong.

Husband just needed to show me the happiest invention he'd ever seen AND demonstrate how it works.

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Best. Day. Ever.

Unicorns... and husbands.

I found this picture as my desktop today.

When I asked husband why he chose a unicorn, he said, 

"It was the first thing that came to my mind."

Not sure what that's saying for Husband, but sure smells like revenge to me...

He is now protesting me posting this by sleeping with his head at the foot of the bed.