To My Husband (and PMAO) (11)


This special edition of To My Husband also comes with a shout out to Pouring My Art Out, who thinks these things are boring and need to be spiced up.

I’m going to tell the story of our first date, but for some added spice, I’m throwing in a big fat lie. You get to guess which part is bs.

We met on a rather normal day, in a rather normal way, but I captured his eye, and possibly other things that would be very inappropriate to talk about here.

Our first date was planned shortly after.

He picked me up and we were off to the eating establishment he had carefully selected. I didn’t want to waste too much time playing nice, so one of the first things I said was something like “so, aren’t you married and living with a different woman?”He laughed and started explaining.

After our lovely dinner we went to see some MMA fighting, where we enjoyed rating the ring girls.

Of course, no first date would be complete without a trip to the strip club. After which he dropped me off in love and drunk (although not necessarily in that order).

To My Husband: (9)


I’m going to try to go to bed soon, so this is the early edition:

 

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I love to write

My love for you
Okay…hold on, I think I threw up in my mouth a little. Way too sappy.

 

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You sometimes smell

Like Pepe Le Pew

 

Way better, but I’ll try to find a happy medium.

 

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Even though I tease

I actually love you

 

It may not win any awards, but I’ll stick with that one.

 

Love, Hobbler

To my husband (7)


You’re not asleep now. You’re a little busy at the moment, and I don’t want to distract you. I’ll schedule this to post later.

Sometimes I think we both feel a little alone. That’s life right? Anyway, even when I feel like I don’t have anyone, I know I do. The people who read my blog. 😉

Goodnight.

Love, Hobbler

To my husband (4)


You’re still up. I don’t feel like writing anyway. I’m mad at you. Yeah, I know that is not fair because of the stuff you are mad at me about.

The stupid thing is that I started writing these damn love letters or whatever the hell this is. Anyway, my point is that just because I’m mad doesn’t mean that I don’t care or love you.

So, this is your stupid angry love letter.

I hope you enjoy it.

Love, Hobbler

*I’m not actually mad anymore because writing this made me laugh, and it wasn’t really worth being mad for more than the time it took to write this.

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