Guest Post: The Husband: Numero One-o

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Before I say anything that I am about to say let me make it all very clear. This is me, Matt posting on my wife's blog. With no aforementioned permission or knowledge on her part. I love my wife the the very core of my being (the apple core). She does things that I cannot and supports me when I soar in victory and when I crumble in defeat. I don't have the heart she does, she hears all my complaints and gripes, and then has me pull her finger.

There now that I have that out of the way, I made a startling realization last night as I was getting ready for my nightly sleeping, Jessi and I live different lives at night. I go thru my day as a customer service rep and at night I tend to keep everything low key but its after we go to bed that these changes come in. I, when I sleep, am very easy to wake up. My wife not so much. She goes thru her day looking like this:

Beautiful. Let me give you some background so that you may see where I am going with all this. Jessi, Jia, Pook-a-tron what ever you may call her has recently dyed her hair, she used to drink coffee and she is not at all in the slightest a morning person. So this morning around 8 AM when Jessi woke up to hit the loo, her stirring woke me up as well. She crossed the room to the head, I stuck my arms out and whimpered, which in our house is an indication of one needing a hug. I got no acknowledgment of her even seeing I was there. I only saw this:

Man we need Pepsi.