So you don’t want to read another post about how busy I am. Well I don’t blame you. And you’d rather not read about my job or TTC or my strange but entirely lovable family. Well. That’s exactly what I was thinking. Not a single word more on the theory’s of blogging, blogger support or lost followers (though, you may have noticed, I did loose two again this week… boo). I know, I know. Boring! So I decided to break free of all that and write about something completely different. Are you excited. I am, let’s go…
Though technically family (by about the biggest technicality ever, marriage) I thought I would write about my Hubby. And to make it interesting for me and for you, I thought I would make the list 5 things (it was going to be 20, then 10 and finally five, because, it turns out, I was struggling with the numbers) you most certainly won’t know about my Hubby. Unless you are his sister, sister in law, mother… etc, well, you get the point. And I will try and dob him in on the weird stuff. Because I’m mean like that. Ha.
5 things
You Most Certainly Won’t Know
About My Hubby
{thats him – and no, that’s not number one, I’ll give you that one, free of charge}
- He is entirely incapable of shutting a kitchen cupboard. Cupboards, it seems, are his kryptonite (seriously, I just had like 6 attempts at spelling this, so if it’s wrong, bugger off). And how embarrassing is that. If I had an evil nemesis in the form of an inanimate object, I would choose something much cooler.
- No matter how many new shirts, t-shirts or dress shirts you buy him, he will always wear those old hand me downs from my Brother and Father. Spiffy shirts are wasted on him. I may just begin to shop for him in second hand stores, in the rags section.
- The first time I met him he had been awake all night playing something along the lines of Zelda. My cousin introduced us after leaving me in the car in the summer heat in Emerald, in Central Queensland people, I could have DIED! I stormed the place red in the face and sweaty and demanded to leave. He said that he thought I was funny. If not a little forward and bitchy. But mostly, I scared him a little.
- My hubby wears his hair really, really short. But when he is not shaving his hair off, he has this massive crop of curly brown hair. Like a bushy mound of it. I often wonder if my kinda wavey hair mixed with his curely mound of hair will combine well, or will it go very, very badly indeed. Plus when he grows a beard, it grows in red. Curly red headed children. Yeah, I could handle that. Definitely.
- And last but not by any means least, sometimes, early in the morning when he is awake getting ready for work, I wake to him gently pulling the covers back up, kissing my cheek goodbye or tucking in the blankets at the end of the bed, just like I like it. And sometimes, I have woken suddenly and head butted him mid cheek kiss. And yet, he still does it. Now that is bravery right there.
So there, that’s my list. Did you learn something newly for yourself? It turns out, once I started writing, that my Hubby wasn’t quite as weird as I thought he was. I thought I would have millions of these. And it occurred to me, if he’s not the weird one, and weird stuff keeps happening… It must be me. but then, we knew that all along, didn’t we. And now, the dedication…
With love to a great man who makes everyday more fun, more colourful and jam packed full of love and laughter. Thanks for everything babe. And in case you were wondering, yes, this is your anniversary present. It’s early. But hey, I was desperate for something to blog about.
You understand, right?!
Love your guts.
& I mean that.
Promise.
Suger 
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