No one ever tells you how hard it is to blog during the summer, when there is life to be lived. When I thought up this post a month ago, Anthony Weiner was big news. What I wanted to say a month ago is this: there are about 20,000 things I’d rather receive via text from my husband before a photo of his penis. As it is, I find my husband’s penis pretty inescapable. I don’t need it following me around in my phone.
Instead of your penis, how about texting your spouse some pics that will really make them happy? Like so.
“I thought of what to feed the kids and then fed them”
“Hey, love the new bag! It really fleshes out your handbag options”
“We’re all packed for the beach. I have towels for the kids and a change of clothes and some healthy snacks. But what am I forgetting? Sunblock? No, got that too”
“Water! Drank some today!”
“Tate put his shoes on. By HIMSELF”
“Noticed the padding in your bra came out in the dryer. So I popped those suckers back in for you”
“Finally got around to organizing that Tupperware drawer like we’ve been talking about. Felt GREAT and now I’m moving on to the tile grout”