Dear Clint:

I know it is hard to believe that I am right 98% of the time ... but that just goes to show you how truely awesome of a wife you married.

The other 2% of the time is normally involving something that has to do with Math or anything related to football.

Love: The one that does your laundry


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A day in my life ...

And yes ... when I got up the next morning ... the bug was gone.

Thanks Clint!!!

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You are not going out looking like that are you???

*look in mirror*

*lean against bathroom counter to get a closer look*

*sit on bathroom counter to get an even closer look*

What the hell is on the side of my face???

*move hand up and down the side of my face*

*run downstairs to find Clint in the "man cave"*

Me:  Clint!  What the hell is all over the side of my face?

*leaning very close to Clint*

*Clint pushes me back some*

Clint:  No idea.  You are way to close for me to see anything ... except maybe smell your hair.

Me:  See!!!  THIS!!!

*moving finger in circular motion around entire head*

Clint:  What am I looking for exactly?

Me:  See!!!  All these tiny bumps that are on one side of my forehead.

*pointing frantically at forehead*

Me:  AND these bumps!!!

*pointing towards my cheek*

Me:  AND THESE!!!

*pointing finger frantically all over my neck*

*Clint squinting to see because it is so darn dark down in the man cave*

Eythen:  All I see is that big dot right there.
*Eythen pointing at the center of his cheek*

Me:  That is a ZIT!  But thanks a million for pointing out the huge mountatin on my face.

Clint:  OH!!!  I do see all the bumps.  Good news is though ... people will most likely see that zit ... and not the bumps on your face.

*flashing Clint a dirty look*

*Clint not even noticing that I flash him a dirty look because it is so darn dark down in the "man cave"

Me:  The only thing I have done different is take those darn cinnamon pills at my Mom's house.  I have got to be allergic to them.

Clint:  How many did you take?

Me:  4 ... errr ... maybe 5???

Clint:  How many are you suspose to take?

Me:  1 ... errr ... maybe 2?  No ... I think it is 3!  Yeah ... well ... maybe?  I don't know!

Clint:  Move babe.  You are blocking the projector and this is a big game.

*giving Clint a F-U look*

Clint:  Take a Benadryl.  See if that helps.

*all the while ... Clint is staring at the projector screen*

flash forward to the next morning ...

*go to bathroom mirror and scan my face to see if the bumps spread everywhere else*

*damn zit is still there*

*debate with myself on if the bumps are not as red and noticable*

*spot Clint walking down the hallway*

*leap out of the bathroom to get his opinion on the status of my stupid cinnamon allergic reaction*

Me:  HEY!

*Clint flashes me a look as if to say ... I am pretty sure my wife is on drugs because she is leaping out of the bathroom at a really quick pace while trying to tackle my down the hallway*

Clint:  Huh?

Me:  It looks better!  Right?

*pointing finger around the spotted area on my forehead, cheek and neck*

Clint:  OH!!!  Yeah ... that looks bad.

Me:  I thought it looked better?!?!?!

*Clint flashing a look as if to say ... I really hope you are not going out looking like that with me today*

Eythen:  I still see your zit if that helps at all Mom.


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I am sorry! I can't hear you from all the ringing that is going on in my ears ...

Two days ago ... Eythen and I were sitting down stairs watching Thomas the Train (one of the MANY days that he has been home from school sick) ... when suddenly the freaking smoke dectors started going off.

*BEEP*  *BEEP*  *BEEP*

Crap!  What do I grab first?  The house is gonna burn down!  SHIT!  We never did set up renters insurance.

*panic running through my sole*

Eythen does not take his eyes off the tv ...

Except to say "Can you turn that thing off?  I can't hear the tv."

*roll my eyes at my child*

WAIT!!!  It is just the smoke dector in the hallway upstairs going off.

I drag one of the kitchen chairs up the stairs and try to reach the smoke dector.

*BEEP*  *BEEP*  *BEEP*

Are these beeps getting louder???

Damn.

Low and Behold ... my 5 foot body can not reach the smoke dector with the stupid kitchen chair.

DAMN!

I drag the ladder out of the garage ... up the stairs ... nearly taking out the stupid cat along the way.

How does this stupid ladder even open?

*BEEP*  *BEEP*  *BEEP*

SHUT UP!!!

I finally get up the ladder ... pull the battery out of the smoke dector ...

*BEEP*  *BEEP*  *BEEP*

Mother F**KER!!!

What the hell?!?!?!

Eythen:  MOM!!!  I can not hear Thomas!!!

Me:  I can't hear anything from all the ringing that is going on in my ears!!!  I think we are even!!!

I then realize that it is the stupid smoke dector in Clint's and my bedroom going off.

So ... I drag the ladder into our bedroom.  Nearly taking out the dog this time.

I pull that battery out ...

*BEEP*  *BEEP*  *BEEP*

F**K!!!

Then I notice this button in the center of the smoke dector.  I have no idea if it will shut this damn thing up or it direct dials 911 if I push it ... but I take that risk and push it.  After all ... if it does direct dial 911 ... maybe they can get this stupid thing to SHUT UP!!!

*silence ... except for the ringing that is going on in my ears*

I text Clint: The smoke dectors are going off.

No reply.

Two hours later ...

*BEEP*  *BEEP*  *BEEP*

Eythen:  Not again!

What the HELL?!?!?  The damn thing does not have a battery in it.  How in the WOLRD is it going off?!?!?!

This time ... I take the broom up the stairs for reinforcements.  I hit it ... once ... maybe twice ... and hit that stupid center button again.

And it stops ...

I text Clint: The smoke dectors are STILL going off.

No reply.

Good thing he is not concerned about his wife going down in flames.

Three hours later Clint comes home ...

Me:  Did you get my text?

Clint:  Yeah.

*looking straight at him with irritated eyes*

Me:  AND?!?!?

Clint:  What was I suspose to do about it?  I was at work!  If the house did burn down ... someone would have to pay for the new furniture.

*sigh*

Me:  Go and fix the smoke dector so it does not do it again.

Clint:  And what exactly does that entale?

The next day ...

*BEEP*  *BEEP*  *BEEP*

You have GOT to be kidding me?!?!?

Eythen: Not again!

This time ... I went up with a broom in one hand ... and a hammer in the other.  I was not messing around this time.

*BEEP*  *BEEP*  *BEEP*

*whack*

*slap*

*take that bitch*

Silence ...

I text Clint:  The stupid things are going off again!

No response.

Two hours later ...

*BEEP*  *BEEP*  *BEEP*

I literally debate just leaving the stupid house and sitting in the SUV for the rest of the day until Clint gets home.

*whack*

*slap*

*shut the HELL up*

I text Clint:  Yes ... in case you are wondering why I am texting you ... it is just to let you know that the smoke dectors are going off AGAIN!  I might be deaf by the time you get home.

No response.

Clint is officially annoying me just as much as this stupid smoke dector.

15 minutes later ...

*BEEP*  *BEEP*  *BEEP*

I set there wondering how long one can possible handle these annoying BEEPS.

10 seconds later ...

That's it!  This bitch is mine!

This smoke dector is going down!

I might having possibly hit it so many times that it admitted defeat ...

Possibly.

I text Clint:  If you come home and there is a hole in the ceiling please ignore it.  Yes ... the smoke dectors are going off again!

Clint replied with:  It must be from all of your HOTTNESS.

?!?!?!?!

You can not be serious?!?!?!?

I text back:  I can not seem to hear you with all the ringing that is going on in my ears.

As we are getting ready for bed later that night ...

Me:  Will you just take the smoke dector out of the ceiling please?

Clint:  Yeah.

Me:  My sanity thanks you.

Clint:  My sanity thanks you.

Me:  What am I suspose to do if the damn thing still goes off even though it is not hooked up?

Clint:  Get the hell out of this haunted house.

Clint takes the smoke dector out of the wall and heads down the stairs to lock up the house.

*beep*  *beep*

Me:  CLINT!!!  HOLY SHIT!!!  Did you just hear that?!?!?  The smoke dector just let out two itty bitty beeps!

Clint:  It letting you know who is the boss.

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Flowers work everytime ...

‎18 beautiful roses ... hand delivered by my amazing husband.

This can only mean one or two things

1.  He is preparing me in advance ... for the lack of attention I am about to endure during the long football season that we are about to enter.

2.  They were on sale at the grocery store and he got sick of me circling the add in the newspaper every week.


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Just a thought ...

If first you do not succeed ... go back and do it the way your wife suggested you do it in the first place.