Then Husband came home and, while washing his car (a fact that doesn’t at all pertain to this story) said to me, “What was your post about today? I was reading it and it was just a bunch of words.”
Gotta love the support.
And then last night, I learned on Buzzfeed - because that's where I learn everything these days - that the Unicorn is the national animal of Scotland. A fact that Husband, a Scotsman didn’t know.
My point? I have none. Just that I wrote about Unicorns and then learned that the Unicorn, an animal that - according to Husband - doesn’t exist, is the national animal of Scotland, the greatest place on earth - also according to Husband - that does exist.
In other news, this guy is turning the big Four O on Sunday.
This is a total bummer since all the very juicy stories happened in the interim years – after five and before the most recent five. And the really, really good ones involve naked women or half naked women or women throwing themselves at him while dressed in their undies pretending to have a seizure on the bathroom floor... No really, that happened. While in a "seizure" this woman stopped "seizing" and tried to make a pass at Brother!
But I'm not allowed to tell those stories. And those are really, really good ones.
BUT you’re only forty once. So on Monday, I plan on telling one story. One very juicy story. It involves naked women and lots of laughter. It also involves the Mom – though let me reassure you, she is not the one naked.
Intrigued? You should be. It’s a good one.
And on that note, happy weekend!