Before A Fall

Ken and I only wear our wedding rings when we go out.  Usually it is he who forgets to wear his ring and I remember to put it on.

Of course, we joke that when we wear our rings, we remember to be married.

The last few times we've gone out together, I've been the one to forget while he has his on.  My standard joke is that it looks like he's cheating with me.

Today we were headed out for a day of shopping.

Me: Oh, look.  I forgot to be married today.

Ken:  Not me.  (holds up his beringed hand)  You look like a home wrecking whore.

Me:  That sounds horrible.  Why would you say that?

Ken:  'Cuz you say it when you forget to wear yours.

Me:  You're right.


These are typical conversations that don't even phase me anymore.  On the other hand, I got myself a few pretties today.  A bracelet, dangly earrings, and sunglasses.

I also picked up a pair of nude pumps (once again, late to the dance).  They have five inch spike heels and an inch high platform.  I love them and they don't pinch.  Of course, my poor feet are in agony after wearing them for ten minutes but that is long enough to get from my car to a seat in church.

I decided to walk around in them since my usual shoes tend to be much more sensible than these.  A little practice is always good when one is no longer used to wearing stripper high heels.  I walked around in my dining room and then headed upstairs with no incident.  I put together an outfit for church tomorrow and tried it on with barely a wobble.

You know what's going to happen, right?

I decided to ask Ken what he thought of the outfit.  I stepped out into our upstairs hall and felt something inside one of the shoes.  So I lifted my foot and leaned over to pull off my shoe and remove the offending irritant.

WHAM!

I landed on my backside.  Surprisingly, I only said ow because I bumped my elbow on the hardwood floor.  Apparently I can not balance like a stork in stripper heels.

Ken's response:  He yelled up the stairs, "If you hurt yourself, I am never letting you buy heels again."

Then he decided to play Nice Husband and asked if I was hurt or if I needed help up.

I can now walk properly in them.  Luckily the only thing hurt was my pride and vanity.

My Husband is a Sucker for a Pretty Face

We have a wonderful cat named Puddin'.  Of our three cats, she is the baby.  She's also the prettiest.  I rescued her from the street.  My girlfriend and I were outside one day (back inthe spring of 2010) and she came running up to us, purring and rubbing up against our legs.  She has a gimpy back leg that looks like a club foot.  My gf's neighbor was going to take her to the pound but I couldn't let her go there and possibly not be adopted.  After all, who's going to pay over 100 dollars for a malformed kitten.  So I brought her home, locked her up in the bathroom, and posted on facebook that I had a free kitten. 

Let it be noted that I had no intention of keeping her.  In fact, my sister called right away and said she wanted her but couldn't pick her up for a few days.  Ken came home and had a conniption.  "We are not getting another cat.  Why do you always bring animals home knowing you're going to get attached and want to keep it?  Yada, yada, yada."  I quickly reassured him that my little sister was going to take her and that she was going to stay in the bathroom for a day or two. 

As the night progressed, Ken went to the bathroom a few times.  Every time took a little longer.  Finally, we were both in bed, me reading and him watching tv, when he got up to use the facilities again.  He comes back in and this is how our conversation goes:

Ken:  How badly do you want to keep her?

Me:  Well, she's pretty sweet.  I'd kind of like to keep her.

Ken:  Fine.  But you can't bring home any more animals.  If you do, I get to buy myself a $500 gun.

Me:  Okay. 

Ken insists that I was the one who decided to keep her.  I believe she worked her witchcraft on him and his cold, insensitive heart.

We have been the proud owners of this cuddly girl since then.  (It's a good thing because my sister got another kitten and left it with her loser ex-boyfriend when they broke up.  I hate the idea that Puddin' would have been his.)  I have been prevented from bringing home other animals because I don't want my husband to spend money we don't have on a gun.  I did let him get a bow though.

That's our baby girl!

Puddin' has been a wonderful addition to our little family.  Okay, I'm lying about the wonderful part.  She's a temperamental little thing.  She is great at doing the whole "you cuddle me and I'll kiss you and then I'll bite you" thing.  She gets crabby whenever we pick her up.  If I accidentally kick her because she's sleeping by my feet, she will bite my toe and hiss at me.  She stalks and attacks (gently) our old ninny of a cat. 

She's so witchy that when we sent her to be fixed, the people who picked her up thought she was a feral cat. 

She does have her good points.  She is about three and a half years old and still looks somewhat like a kitten.  She plays well with my cat.  She loves treats.  If I'm eating candy with foil wrappers (think mini peanut butter cups), she comes over and gives those poor-pathetic-love-me eyes.  She knows I'll end up making her a little foil ball to bat around on the floor.  She's a little cuddle bug.  If you are sitting or laying down, she will find her way into your lap or curled up behind your knees.

She's also Ken's favorite color.  Camouflage.  Or as normal people say, tortoiseshell.

Best of all, she absolutely adores Ken.  She loves me but Ken is her person.  Ken always says that I have spoiled her with cuddles but he is the one who actually does.  If he is laying down on the couch covered with a blanket, she will jump up to cuddle by his legs.  He will then pull her under the blanket and cuddle her like a baby.  So now, whenever anyone is laying on their side covered up, she will push her way under arm and blanket. 

But I'm the one who has spoiled her.

Ken (in the camouflage hat) and Puddin' sleeping one afternoon

I really did catch her sleeping like this.  Ken didn't want to be in the picture but that is his arm she's laying on.

I told you I wasn't the one who spoiled her.

And just because she looks so cute, here's Puddin' looking adorable this last Christmas.  If you look closely, you can just make out her gimpy leg stuck out next to her tail. 

Not the best picture but she looks so cute under our tree.

Have a great day.