My husband thoughtfully emailed me this picture, today - though, I didn't ask him to and he most likely did not read my blog - because, he lives with me and knows, you know, just how crazy our house can get.

"I don't have to read your blog - I live it!"

It can't get anymore real than an unsolicited testimonial to the wonderfulness of me - straight from the husband's mouth and coming from someone who should know - but, here's the thing, if only he knew how much this blog makes our life sound, look, feel and probably even taste a whole lot better, too.

I can say things here, that I would perhaps never think about admitting to in the real world, because - not only am I probably too tired, running very late or often times rendered speechless by a situation and unable to respond - I am NOT that quick!

What I wouldn't give for a verbal delete button - like today.

"I hate this house!"

Seriously, it's pouring rain out and I'm stuck inside with a smell that I haven't been able to identify in days and a pile of laundry large enough to lose a small child - okay, an adult of average size would do just fine living in such downy softness - so, why do I act surprised when people wonder what is it I do all day!?!

Clearly, it's NOT spent folding clothes - heaven forbid, I disturb the cat!

"If I had a dollar for each time I cleaned up someone else's mess and picked up a towel off the floor, well, I still wouldn't be getting paid enough to live here!"

Perhaps an industrial strength eraser would be in order, because I don't believe that even Mr. Clean could have handled the verbal diarrhea I was flinging.

"What's wrong with you?"

GAH - oh, nothing a cook, dry cleaner, maid, priest, secretary, therapist, week in the tropics, witch doctor and perhaps a bulldozer couldn't handle - I'm sure!

"I DON'T KNOW!"

Good. Excellent. In fact, a brilliant example of what it's like living with a woman in need of an exorcism, if there ever was one, I tell you!

I hate it when that happens - I think of what I should have said, after - and what I meant to say is...

"I had a really great time on vacation. It was only two days. But, I don't think I've ever laughed, or enjoyed nearly each and every moment, as much as I did in that brief period of, you know, spent just loving being around you. You are a good husband, a great friend, a wonderful dad and the kids and I are lucky...no, wait...well, I can't think of the word, right now. Although, I can be a total dork and there are times when you act like a total ass, I know that my life would NOT have been the the same, without you. I wish you didn't have to work so much and I certainly don't want spend my time, alone, doing laundry!"

That's it.

Now that I think on it some more, he probably already knows - being it's Picture Perfect Thursday - he did send me that email, so, I guess he misses us and...um...still likes me, sort of.

[sniff]

Thanks for the sweet reminder, honey!

Oh, and by the way, if you do happen to find your way here and managed to get through this post without feeling all sticky, I love you!

Excuse the mess and step away from the pots, because the ceiling is leaking and I don't really give a fiddler's fart!

[sniff...SNIFF]

GAH -I think I just figured it out!