The dog thinks she will be taking my place soon. She has tried to getty on up to my pillow slowly, but surely through the night. She thinks I don’t notice, but there is one fatal flaw in her plan of the sneak attack. Kerry snores. You might be aware of that if you are familiar with my previous work—mainly other facebook status updates—well this dog is not a fan either (maybe she really could take my place- I digress.) When he gets particularly heinous and loud, she lets out an annoyed growl. This noise alerts me to her position which is mere inches from my pillow. Thankfully allowing me to take anti pillow theft actions.
Not cool dog, not cool. I don’t share pillows. Here is where I try to make it seem like maybe Kerry’s snoring isn’t so bad afterall because it’s like an antitheft device for my pillow, but it’s almost like the keyboard won’t make those words type out here. Oh, well I can only do so much when there is a tech malfunction such as that.
What’s In A Name?
I should also fill you in on the fact that her full name is Sunny Hunny Bunny. My youngest has said it and thus, it is so. Occasionally she does shorten it to Sun Hun Bun, but when I try that it doesn’t go over well. Not with the people around us, nor with the actual dog that I imagine just wishes she could be called Spot or Max for the love of Milk Bones.
Today marks an important day in the history of the world. Me and my husband have been married for 7 years. Hold your applause, please. No, ok your right- you can cheer. Who am I to deny you that joy?
I have learned many, many things about marriage in these seven years. That was overstating it and I apologize. I have learned a couple, few things.
Below are those things:
1) When we first got married: I thought I was always right and would be for all eternity. Then after we were married, shoot…that was a bad example. That hasn’t really changed. According to my spreadsheets I statistically am right the majority of the time. Whether it’s because I actually am correct or because my husband does not argue is irrelevant at this juncture.
2) I begin to have thoughts of paranoia when I don’t get enough rest. I start to believe that my husband snoring is within his control and that he is doing it just to drive me bonkers. I haven’t figured out how that would be a win for him when he has to deal with me the next morning, but it doesn’t stop me from saying things like “Really? Are you f-ing kidding me?” when he gets to the peak of his snore crescendo. He hasn’t answered back yet with a “No, I am not,” but I still think I will trick him someday.
3) There is nothing better than coming home from work and then changing into “loungewear” for the rest of the evening. I really feel like I missed out on this the beginning years of my life. I got sick of being dressed for success after work and seeing him in loungewear, so I decided HAHA two can play that game. I’m not going to go around adulting after work, if he’s not. I’ll show him. Low and behold I am a convert to loungewear. I am even considering buying an adult romper. They are in style now, ya know?