Dexter + Butt-massage = Happy Marriage
It’s now 3am, NOT done with Dexter, apparently Jon Kelley watched the third season until 4 am, and I might just beat that. Hopefully KT will forget that we talked about having breakfast tomorrow. I just walked past my honeymoon pictures, and I was struck by the beauty and the simplicity of all of them. Chicago, July 1-5, wonderful……..scratch that……..perfect weather. In a 3 star hotel for 1/3 of the price….truly amazing. Seeing the pictures of the pier, from the Hancock building, and other pictures reminds me of what an amazing woman I have. We walked almost everywhere, for miles; mainly because of our limited budget. But we walked hand-in-hand; I cannot recall any other couple walking while holding hands. I DO remember that Asian tourists are the rudest bastards in the world, forget those French Froggies, those Orientals are the worst! I just felt like time to vent a little bit onto my blog (this won’t be there for a few days of course, my shit marinates before I post it).
I’m getting the feeling that I’m one of the few “happily” married people I know. Me and Katie were talking about it today while I was giving her a butt-massage. She recently took up pilates. How many people can you say is “REALLY” happy with their marriage? I’ve been relationships where I just “dealt” with the people……….basically I’m saying that “I’m humping something, so I’ll do my best to work it out”…….but me and my wife are total, fucking exact opposites. But we work in perfect harmony. I cannot imagine being with anyone except her,………….or Jessica Alba. But imagine if I was next to her into paparazzi pictures! Horrible! I’m not sure why I got this random-ass desire to write, normally I would need to have someone kick my heart into the gutter to inspire this shit, but I have it now at 3:04.
