Husband Clothes

Hi. Being that it’s Easter Weekend, my husband is spending many hours at home. This means, I can’t post as freely as I usually can. Darn it. And it also means that topics to write and complain about are piling up (though I will not be able to vent about them until Monday…) SO quickly, while he’s out (yay!), two critical updates:

1. So help me if his beard gets any longer, I may not be able to resist the urge to yank it out. Oh please, who am I kidding. I’m a pushover. He’s not doing anything about it whatsoever. Unless it drives me to crying, screaming, and cursing–but I’ve been putting up with this for 9 years–it takes a lot more than a tacky (okay, atrocious) beard to get me to that point…

By the way, did I say if the beard gets “longer”? Unfortunately, it doesn’t get long, it gets WIDE. No, I am not joking. It curls up and expands in width, not length. And his isn’t one of those little chin beard things. No, no, it’s one of those grows under your chin from ear to ear things. He’s pretty much a brunette Santa/Grizzly Adams character right now. (I’m so sorry to be changing topics at the speed of light on you here, but did anyone else think Grizzly Adams was hot when you were little? I sure did. Hm, maybe that’s why I married my husband…)

2. Tooth Update: After the dentist appointment, they supposedly told him that fixing the CHIP would be an “extremely complex process.” He claims to have made an appointment but he “can’t remember” when the appointment is. When I say, “Oh I’ll call them for you to ask,” he says he has the appointment written down on a paper “in the car.” See, I know his tricks. Monday, I’m calling to see if there’s an appointment. If there is NOT an appointment with the dentist, I may make a little appointment with a local hotel. As in, to go live there with my children until my husband gets himself looking presentable again with that tooth and beard. He and his tooth and beard can go down, but he isn’t taking me down with him. No sir.

3. Fun Activity Update: I am so excited. We’re having two couples over for dinner tomorrow. They both have kids. It’s going to be loud and wild. I have a ton of food to fix–it is already 7pm. I’ll be up till 2am again. Don’t let me act like I hate it–I love staying up…

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