Al-Poo

The other day I had youtubed the song Someone Like You by Adele and was listening to it. Al discovered a while ago that he likes her songs so has listened to a few...and after we listened and watched the video he was like "see...(clearly he'd been thinking about this for a few minutes)...she has a cool voice and everything...but you can sing better than her." Now, my dear sweet little readers, I can't sing. I DO sing all the freaking time and pretend that I can and make Alan listen to the entire song every time I want to pretend I'm a fame-bot...but I'm rotten at it. And he was completely and utterly serious about his epiphany.

I call them love goggles. Or wait, maybe I call them marriage goggles. Crap I can't remember now but it's one of those two and you get the point. Marriage/love...same thing....well for us anyways...and I hope for you too. Really, I hope that! Marriage goggles are worn to trick you into thinking your wife is glorious beyond all compare when she really is a frumpy, dumpy mess who has developed dementia at the ripe age of 22.

They are the best. They trick him into thinking I am the freaking-sweets. Alan thinks I'm skinnny...no he really thinks that you guys. He says I look like a super model. FUNNY RIGHT? And he thinks I'm funny. It usually takes me about 10 to 15 minutes to think of a witty retort or quote from 30 rock (those usually come faster), but even after I leave the room and come back to say my hilarious comment from the conversation half an hour ago, he always has a good, real laugh.  None of this courtesy crap (I don't believe in courtesy laughs BTW, so neither does he). He loves my hair. He thinks it's the nicest hair anyone's ever had! (or something like that). My hair is the worst. If Mango Tango is reading this, she can back me up on this, and she's a hairdresser, you know. I take horrible care of my already thin stringy hair so it's even more thin and stringy and also I'm a tard and don't know how to style it without looking like a wet rat.

I love Alan and his marriage goggles. I love that he wears them and that he glued them to his forehead for eternity.

It's not our anniversary or anything, I just wanted to say that I love Al. He wears a stethescope to school. And spending every spare second with him is just a delectable and darn good-looking treat.

I wrote this like a week ago and forgot that I had...but now that I'm posting it I'm realizing this could be a thanksgiving post! I am THANKFUL for ALAN!