I used to say that my mom was my best friend and then I met my husband. Now I say that he is my best friend because that is what people say. Actually, women say it more than men. But they always sound happy when they say it and so I say it. I am married to my best friend. But secretly, we like REALLY different things. If we weren’t married and people didn’t say you should be married to your best friend, there’s no way we would be best friends. I like shopping and celebrity news and lotion. He likes dogs and trucks and sports. One thing that we can agree on is that steak is delicious. He said that he knew that I was a “cool chick” when I ordered a steak on our first date and ate more than half of it. So whenever we fight, which we don’t really do that, we try to remember to go eat steak.
We also really like reality TV. We’ve liked it since the beginning, but now there are so many shows to choose from. We have different favorite shows (me: the bachelor :: him: west coast choppers), but they are all so good that we will each watch the other’s favorite show. That’s what marriage is all about, watching each other’s favorite shows.
We also really like working out. He loves “being ripped” and I just don’t want to ever get fat. He promises that he would love me even if I get fat, but he says such mean things about his sister Janine who probably needs to start working with a trainer that I know that if I got fat maybe he wouldn’t say those things but he would probably think them.
Right now we are saving up our money to update our kitchen. We went to a factory direct appliance store today to look at stainless steel appliances to go with our granite countertops. Our house will look just like a new condo! I can’t wait! After the kitchen is done, we are going to save up for a new motorcycle for my husband. And then maybe we will have a baby or build a deck. I am so happy and blessed and nothing is wrong. At all.
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depressingly beautiful. keep it up.
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