My husband has several things for which he is totally completely OBSESSED. Call me clueless, I admit I was, I'd known Spencer for years before I realized he HAD obsessions. We were discussing this at dinner the other night because I claimed not to have obsessions.
His obsessions are:
football
U2
Nike
He claims my obsessions are:
The Avocado
going to bed early
"Those aren't really obsessions!" I said.
"Oh yeah?" he said "It is 5:30 p.m. and you are already putting on your p.j's"
It was true. But I was sick. He couldn't think of any more obsessions for me, and I kept adding them to his list like
topographical maps
and this
Lost
but when I couldn't think of anymore he picked me up and told me that I was his main obsession. Watch out Bono and Bronco's wearing Nike. I'm the luckiest girl in the world!
4 comments:
Two things-mirrors and photographs of you.
Am I right?
Hmmm and are you obsessed with him?
I believe you're also obsessed with getting comments on your blog.
Mease, You know me so well. I stand corrected. I should add mirrors and photographs of me.
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