The Husband Impostor and the Egg

One Easter about ten years ago my parents took Wrangler Boy and I to a fancy brunch at a French sounding hotel. There were sparkling mimosas, mounds of sweet pastries, salmon, beef tenderloin, smoked turkey, assortment of cheeses and bread, desserts of every kind and more. The tables were decorated with fancy chocolate shaped bunnies and giant eggs. Oh, and by the way the giant chocolate eggs were not meant to be eaten. WB cut a piece off of one and at the table took a big bite of the delicate candy only to find it was a huge piece of egg shaped Crisco covered in chocolate. I could just hear the french waiters muttering, "Stupid Americans they even eat the table decorations!"

Anyway, we took our time browsing the tables and picking up more food then we could ever hope to eat. As I was checking out the cheese and bread table I felt WB pass by me to pick up a roll. I scooted up close beside him and while checking out his plate I asked, "What did you get honey?"

I saw my mom out of the corner of my eye walking up beside us as I heard an unfamiliar voice in my ear respond, "Well, whatever I got it must be good."

My eyes flew to the face of a stranger. A stranger that really didn't even remotely look like my husband, except for the fact he was wearing glasses. My husband would later point out that he was wearing his contacts and didn't even have on glasses. Whoops.

Even my dear Mom thought he was my hubby at first. And I really have no idea how I made such a mistake. My mother and I had a hard time retelling the story to my Dad and WB because we were laughing so hard. I pointed out the husband impostor and my real husband looked at me like I had lost my mind. He kept eying me through out the meal and shaking his head. Geez, we all make mistakes...it's not like I took a big bite out of a crisco egg or something.



So anyways, I was reminded of all this on Tuesday when I forgot what my husband looked like! I'll tell you about that tomorrow;)

Mr. February

My Mr. February

Well, he made the calendar. Um, the family calendar that is. My sister-in-law put together a wonderful calendar for everyone this year. I submitted this photo of hubby, because well it is screaming "please put me in a calendar". This was taken on our trip to Vegas at the Venus pool at Caesar's. I heard rumors that on Christmas morning at my in-laws house, where most of the family was gathered, that it was told that he submitted this photo. Not true, little ole me did. I managed to send in pictures of everyone except myself. I'm sure hubby will rectify that next year when the call for photos goes out. Oh boy, I better start editing and deleting those snapshots of me.

And this is "the look". The one he is probably
giving me right now as he reads this post.
Ahh, but look at those big, brown eyes!

*okay, I have no idea how to get rid of that big empty frame. I did something in photoshop I guess that put it there. Now, I'm really going to get the look from hubby!

I'm Not Looking

Right now as I type my husband is right outside my window, my second story window. He's hanging Christmas lights. He's been at it for awhile now. The temp is hovering around freezing, the ladder is very, very tall, and his knee could still be a bit unsteady. I'm praying to God and trying not to look at the same time. Why is he doing this? Your guess is as good as mine. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the taunts I threw his way about making sure his light display didn't resemble Christmas cheer throwing up in our front yard. Geez, I was just joking...
And for the record I asked him to get down, several times, but I swear the man is almost as stubborn as I am.

So I'm going to go busy myself and pray he doesn't fall!