a day in the life of my husband...

This guy has got it made today...

No, it's not his birthday. We're already married, so it's not his wedding day. And we got some time yet before he starts looking like this:

so presh!

Today is (yet another installment of ) "Ross's Day."

Although he started celebrating already last night.

It started when we went for groceries last night. Together. This doesn't happen often. Mainly, because the shit he buys is never on sale I don't like the shit he buys. However, I figured since he did take my ass out for dinner (mid-week, gasp!) when I whined about wanting Logan's steak and mashed potatoes, I could grant him one wish and let him man the cart.

Big mistake.

We check out at Meijers, our bill is like a bazillion dollars, and our cart resembles that of the frantic mother of five small children behind us.

For some ungodly reason or another, he thought it was completely necessary to stock up on the "essentials":  cereal, LUNCHABLES (he's 26), string cheese, mass amounts of canned peaches, bacon (we already have half a pig in our freezer), and a package of "hot hands" for the homeless guy we saw on the way in. (I made him put those back, because said homeless man used to frequent the ER where I volunteered in college and believe me, he's so liquored up he doesn't feel the cold. Sure, go ahead and call me a terrible person).

We check out and he asked me how much we "saved", so I tell him $26.47. He replies "well damn, you better start clipping them coupons again...I liked it better when we had more money.

Yea hunny, well so did I.

Fast forward to this morning, when he insisted I give up what "I promised" and I insisted that he needed to brush his teeth first. Then he tells me...

"Hey, so yea, I forgot to tell you but we're throwing our work Christmas party tonight." (please note: hubby and brother-in-law are self employed with a few guys working for them).

"Yea?" I ask. "What are we doing?"

"Well, me and the guys are getting off work at 2:30, and going down to Cristo's." Surprised, I tell him, "but Papi, I work til 3 and after that Jes is going to cut my hair".

"That's perfect," he says, "because I'll need you to come pick us up later."

Who died and made this man king?!

I picked "Blonde & Dangerous" because "Neighborhood Watch" was already taken...

I did it! I have a fresh new blog and nobody knows about it...sweet.

I've been a "lurker" for quite some time now but I figured now is better than never to create my own bullhorn...I mean, blog. A few ground rules:

I am NOT...

• perfect, nor is my spelling, grammar, punctuation...you get the idea
• here to entertain you. My experiences may mean something to you, or they probably mean nothing at all. This is for my entertainment only...and quite frankly, I sometimes find myself to be pretty funny. Oh, and I figure it's a good way to chronicle all the things that go on in my crazy, busy life before I get too old and forget the fun things I used to do.
• a stay-at-home mom with a minivan full of maniacs kids. Heck, I'm not even a mom--yet (won't say I'm not trying...more on that later). I just happen to know that most bloggers are mommybloggers and I wanted to let you know that I most certainly am not that. *disclaimer: I have the utmost respect for all mommies, stay-at-home or otherwise.

I AM:

• a new-ish wife. I was blessed to marry my best friend a little over a year ago, and have been having the time of my life ever since. I've been with him for almost three years and wouldn't have it any other way.
• a workaholic, not always by choice. I absolutely love my job, and work long, crazy hours to get it all done.
• a wannabe domestic. I certainly enjoy cooking, cleaning, and the like...it's just the my point above doesn't always give me the time to partake in those sort of "activities". Plus, when I do get "free-time" I'd much rather chill out and drink beer with my hubby.
• a teensy bit dramatic and a lotta bit sarcastic. I make no apologies.