Hubby of the Year

I haven’t been writing much lately.   I’ve been under the weather, the weather itself has been miserably cold and dark and windy (oh, I miss Arizona winters!!), and I’ve had such bad writer’s block I haven’t gone near my blog in days.     Now that Kenny is TWO, the milestones have slowed way down and there’s only so many cute-anecdote-kind-of posts you can write before you fear that your readers are going to gag.

Tonight Casey is headed out for a guys night out… 10 cent wings and Monday night football at the local family restaurant… that’s the kind of guys’ night that makes a wife proud.   But he noticed that in spite of my encouragement at his going, I was a little down while cleaning up dinner.   He said, “Do you need anything before I go?”   And I said, “We’re out of ice cream.   I wish I had some ice cream.”

Well that sweet man put on his coat and drove to the nearest quickie-mart (which is 5 miles and 10 minutes away in our boondocks of the woods) and bought me a pint of Chubby Hubby.   He dashed in, kissed me and left just in time to meet his friends.

He oughta have guys nights more often…