A Love Affair

I love my husband. Lots and lots. You could say I'm crazy about him. Now, before you get to thinking that this is going to be some sappy romance story about the two of us, think again. This is the nitty, gritty, day to day grind of life kind of love we're talking about. Today, I'm offering a rare, unscripted, unedited glimpse into our life. What you're about to see might be disturbing. If you are a Type A person, you may want to cover your eyes to avoid the horror of what you're about to witness.

Exhibit A: Proof my husband loves me (even though I do things like use Comic Sans to purposley annoy him, because, according to him, "It's a sin for graphic designers to cast their eyes upon such filth) (click photos to enlarge)





See? This is my mess. I would like to emphasize that it is my mess because Forrest nearly threw a fit when I told him I'd be posting these pictures. He, being the type A person that he is, was horrified that you, the internet, would witness such filth and desecration. Me, on the other hand, could care less because honestly? I've been living like this my whole life, and have yet to care who witnesses my mess. (Okay, I kinda do care sometimes, like when people are coming over and all, but this is my day to day housekeeping at it's best) (And I kind of care when it does get totally out of control, leading me to clean every inch of the room).

BUT.... there is another point of view. There are those of you out there who are clicking your tongues and saying things like, "Shame, shame" and "You have all that time at home by not working, and your house looks like that, what are you doing? Eating bon-bons and watching The Price is Right all day?" To which, I promptly respond, "You try it for one day, and see how well you handle it." Anyways... I was saying... To those of you who are wondering why my husband puts up with me...

Exhibit B: Proof I love my husband (click photos to enlarge)