Damn I'm slipping

I have been soooo busy that I just plain ole forget to blog, please accept my apologies (IF ANYONE STILL VISITS).  ADDhubby birthday is tomorrow (46 - damn he old) and I surprised him with something he always wanted. A tattoo...NO, not one on him, one on me with his name.  I hardly ever wear my wedding ring (because I am a hand sanitizer nut and it gets all gooey), so therefore I got a wedding ring with his name.  I have ALWAYS been anti-tattoo (I think its just my generation and maturity). I have always thought of people with tattoos as freaks of nature (why am I sooo judgmental), and don't let me get on people who put their boy/girlfriend names on their bodies. So this was a major deal.

ADDson#2 took me to his guy (a tattoo freak) who was the most deep, spiritual, genuinely nice guy in the world.  Even though I felt as if I were being tortured (like in the movies *looking around for the bamboo shoots to go under my fingernails**) and felt as though I could pass out at any moment, having son#2 there was truly a blessing.  He kept rubbing my shoulders telling me I was doing good and it was almost over, etc...everything just made me feel like this was meant to be. One of the reasons I decided to go this route is because ADDhubby is the BEST husband in the world, he is my first and only husband, he is a wonderful provider and if anything ever happened to him and somebody else tried to come into the picture, they need to know that HE WAS THE MAN and you got some very big shoes to TRY to fill.

Here's to you ADDhubby! I hope you have the birthday that you so rightfully deserve!

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