gumbo

or, my dear and loving husband. i’m sorry it had to come to this, but i’m running out of things to choose from. i still think it is a funny photo. i was chatting at my girlfriend’s house sometime last summer, i came out and there he was laid out in her yard.

i was talking to him today about where we want to be in ten years, you know life goals and the like (what kind of kitchen appliances you hope to have . after not getting any response, i finally asked him, “well, where would you like to be when you’re forty?” he looked at me with the dumbest look, “i don’t know, i’d settle for ‘alive’ i guess…..heck, i’d settle for dead.” it’s hard working with so much bottled ambition. i’m never going to get my aga at this rate.