My BBFF, Funny Farmer is such a funny farmer. She has, as of late, been concerned about my standing in my marriage.
I told her that my standing is fine--it's the sitting that gets tedious.
So this post is for Funny Farmer and all of you who are curious george about my tendency to fall in love with unavailable famous Jacks.
If you must know all the boring details of my life . . . I lub my hub.
There, I said it!
In fact, I would go so far as to say I lub my hub-a-dub-dub.
He's like an ole comfy pair of jeans that I can pull on for every occasion (except blogging).
I lub that I don't have to picture him in his underwear to keep from getting tongue tied and twisted when he talks to me. (Okay, that came out the wrong way and only a handful of you will get it--sorry.)
I lub that I don't have to put on my flawless bronze legs to impress him. Flawless bronze legs are a dime a dozen around these parts, but tired, overwhelmed wives with ginormous hair who can't keep the house clean are harder to come by.
I lub that he gets that.
I lub that he is totally cool about me calling him Jack, as long as I say it with a brazilian accent and matching thong.
Something to work towards.
I lub that he lets me fall in love with any Jack or Jill I want, as long as they're unavailable and famous.
BTW, I thought of two more Jacks to add to my list--Jack Sparrow and Jack Sprat. And Kristina P. suggested Jack Daniels, which I'm considering as an alternate.
My husband suggested Jack the ripper, which I'm considering as an alternate to that alternate.
I'm not in love with any of them yet because none of them have made me think deep thoughts about life or about kissing.
(Jack Sprat hasn't anyway.)
So bottom line, peeps. I lub my hub THIS MUCH! And I lub my Jacks this much.
What can I say, I've got me a big heart, (and there's plenty of room for everyone).