My best friend's wedding...

Do you all remember in "my best friends wedding" where Julia roberts is talking to my dreamboat, Dermot Mulroney, and she says something about how's she's ok with the yucky love stuff now, because she knows that's what he wants, well, I'm realizing I should probably be more loving. I read a stat in a magazine a while back saying that 70% of men having affairs is due to lack of emotional love, not physical. So, yes, I do write mushy lovey, gushy stuff about Jase, just like I did 2 years ago(I have it in my blurb book), I think you all are just used to us in real life where his nicknames are "retard" and "dork", and whatever sweet name I have for him. Although I will admit my love has grown for him. In the words of Staircase Spiral, "I love him more today than yesterday, but not as much as tommarow". I do think, and this is bad of me, that the more crappy husbands I hear of out there, the more and more I love mine, and realize I'm a spoiled little brat for getting stuck with him. So I'd like to take this blog moment to thank all the crappy husbands out there. Not that I needed them to make mine look good, but they did help me realize how good mine is! So thank you!
And yes, I have my days, I sadly I let you all know the days I'm unhappy with him, which is usually just me being a brat, and him being reasonable, so I think that's probably why these loving comments have come as a surprise to many. A lot of blogs only write about the happy skippy jolly stuff in life. Mine is uncut!
In fact, let me share with you my drama for the day...ok yesterday. I pretty much cried for an hour when I realized my size 8's were too tight to wear on Saturday, so I put on my size 10's and tried to smile through the party. Then on Sunday as I was giving my 14, 15 and 16 year old sunday school class some of the left over pumpkin pies, I said, "did anyone notice I packed on a good 17lbs in the last month?" Then 3 of the boys in the back started laughing and I said, "what? Is that what you guys were whispering about earlier?" and one of the boys who has no tact said, "yea, Moses(a kid in the class) was asking us if you were pregnant!". Wow good one ding dongs! I grabbed my paper, and walked out of the room to the bathroom where I did the girl thing, cried about it, then walked out, with my stomach pooched out, and rubbing it like it were a baby, while the boys were right there. I'm taking it as constructive critisim, and I'm going to have it be my drive to get rid of the pooch again. PUNK KIDS!!!
Anyway, back to my doctor. He's the best. Oh, here's some gross info, he wanted to do an internal cocksicks(sp) adjustment....that's your tailbone...just imagine if you will. Needless to say, I'm not letting him do it.
K, and don't drool over this picture.
It's majorly HOT!
Feel free to copy and print.