All Growed Up

Tomorrow is my husband's birthday.  And I must say that I am terrible at shopping for men.  You'd think being married to the man I would know what to get, but i just couldn't think of the right thing.  I hope that as we celebrate many more of his birthdays I'll do better.  More than anything I hope he's happy.  Most of the time I feel like I'm doing a terrible job playing the role of wife.  I tend to be cranky and snappy.  My birthday wish (do I get one on his birthday??) is that I will be happy with him all day long and not rag on him or act upset.  I want to make his birthday as close to perfect as I can.  He deserves only the best.  So don't forget to wish Taner a happy 20th birthday!  My hubby's not a teenager anymore. He's all growed up.   :-)

Bite Me

I do not like it when people tell me what to do.  In fact, I get a bit angry.  Well, I learned the hard way to just keep my mouth shut.  The other day Taner informed me that my car needed to be cleaned out.  I told him to bite me, and guess what....my wonderful husband actually bit me!  :-P  He came in like he was going for a kiss, and instead he bit my chin.  It kinda hurt!  I will never say Bite Me again.  At least not to Taner. 

Date Night

Tonight I got off work a little early and my husband took me out to eat at Sizzler.  I sure hope that Taner takes my grandpa's advice and takes me on a date once a week.  I love not having to attempt to cook, clean, or feel any stress at all.  Taner must have known that I needed a night out after my last dinner attempt.  He really is so sweet and way too good to me.  Someone told me the other day that she couldn't believe I traded my dog for a man.  I jokingly told her I couldn't either, but I'm so glad I did.  Even though he leaves the seat up without fail and insists on being a neat freak, I wouldn't trade him for anything.  :-D 

Cooking: A lost cause

Well, I have come to the conclusion that Taner is a much better cook than I.  Tonight I attempted to make a taco soup, and I failed miserably.  It had hardly any flavor and it definately wasn't like mama fixed it.  Some days I wish I had spent more time in the kitchen growing up.  I ruin even the simplest of recipes.  Taner faked like he liked it, then suggested we dump the leftovers in the toilet.  The truth did come out in the end.  I do believe I will be letting Taner do the cooking for the next couple of days til I get the nerve to set foot in the kitchen again.