Husbands...

Husbands are good for so many things: taking us out on dates and taking out the garbage, making lots of money and making the bed, calling us pet names like sweetie and hon, and calling Dish Network several times when the TV goes out. What I appreciate most from Clark is his sense of humor. He is good at helping me see the more fun side of life, and although this next story might sound like I'm making fun of him, I'm not. I'm just trying to see the fun in the situation.

On Halloween night we didn't get all dressed up or go to any parties. I wore my cowboy hat because I couldn't not dress up on Halloween. We went to dinner and bowling with our friends Morgan and Natalie, then went back to their house for some scary movies. We all had our plates of delicious Gelato pie and a glass of water in hand as we walked downstairs to start the movie marathon. I heard a loud thump and my immediate reaction was to laugh. I turned around and saw that Clark was sitting at the bottom of the stairs and not laughing. He was wearing socks on the carpeted stairs and had slipped. He wanted to save his pie and not spill his water so he held on to both the plate and the glass and landed on his back and tailbone.

The slice of ice cream pie did fall off the plate, but was salvaged and Clark still had half a glass of water in his cup. We all felt bad for him, but laughed about it a few minutes later once we knew he was all right. Clark was pretty sore the next day so I went and bought him this stylish heating pad. He loves it and has been using it quite a bit. I feel bad for him, but you have to admit, it's kinda funny. My husband is good for taking care of me, taking us for late night treat runs, and taking the brunt of my jokes.


Poor Clark.