My husband is a kidder, a joker. No one is safe from his practical jokes. And it isn’t just practical jokes. He really enjoys doing things to make people laugh.
Imagine walking into a room where you know your husband is resting, and seeing this.
One Christmas, Santa brought a new toy to our kitty, Beezy. And Motor Man played with it before Beezy did.
This next picture was taken on my birthday. A friend had given me the little tiara earlier in the day. I don’t remember the details, but I had accidentally bumped Motor Man in the face. I tell you: it was just a little tap. He went in another room and fabricated this “bruise”. With ink. Ink that “we” had a difficult time removing.
Crayons in his ears at a restaurant with my nephew, Connor. Yes, it was a child-friendly establishment.
All jokes aside, he finds interesting ways to show that he loves me. In the form of cheese toast, perhaps.
Or leaving me a love note on an egg that I’m going to cook for breakfast.
Or jewelry, as in this 6 “carrot” ring he gave me one year for Valentine’s Day.
The man is dangerous. But so much fun.
these days of mine 