hairless rat

today is my anniversary.

the anniversary of the world's best shotgun wedding.

to this man.  (and about this picture...why? on so many levels. why? )

to celebrate the day, the aviator sat at the airport waiting to solo for 2 hours. too windy.  no go.

we took the dog for a nail trim.

and now he's napping. the aviator. not the dog.

it's been a rough day.

he's mentally drained from trying to remember not to forget this day.  all week.

but he remembered.

he remembered real good.

good thing too.


over the years, the aviator hasn't always been a good rememberer.

it's probably because he makes faces like this.

and this.

and this.


or maybe he just blocked out his feelings for me because i sent out pictures like this for his birthday a few years ago.

it's like where's waldo.

with a weird guy in colorful undies.

and no friends.


you might wonder why i would even have a picture of the aviator that looks like that.  he's pretty much the sexiest man on the planet. all. the. time.

we didn't speak for 3 weeks after these photos went viral.

but i begged him to let me stay, and he said "whatever" and walked off.  so i didn't leave.

and i like to make faces like this that make him love me a little less.  at least that's what he tells me.  that could be reason enough to forget about me.

nah, that's probably not it.

but seriously, he's a super husband.

and father. and friend.

and turdy person.


and i love him.

with all of my heart.

forever and ever.


and he tried to buy me a hairless rat at the pet store today for our anniversary.

we settled on a gas station sweet tea.

may the romance never die.


- dimply stacy