That's My Mer Mer

For a good portion of the afternoon/evening, I have been laughing (pretty much to the point of tears). See, I haven't downloaded the pictures off of my camera since the middle of March. That's pretty inconsistent of me. I had no idea what was on there at all.

There are a few pictures of my husband that are cracking me up. Not that it would mean anything to anyone else, but me, I find them hilarious. And every time I think about them, I start cracking up again. I had to go back to my computer and revisit them again because I couldn't help it.

This is ALL at my husband's expense.

He just laughs with me.

And that is one of the MILLION reasons why I love him. He lets me laugh at him and I know he won't get mad. Am I like that? Um, no. I hate getting laughed at. It hurts my feelings. But B-Rizzle? He is hard to hurt.

I think if we were anyone else, certain things wouldn't be funny to us. We sing songs to each other about punching each other in the head or (Lord forbid) killing me with his farts (which could happen...I will lay the blame on that if ever I should end up dead one of these days...especially after this past Easter...gross).

Obviously God knew what He was doing that night LOOOOOOOOOOOONG ago (circa September 2002 to be exact) when Bryce decided to check out the college group at Foothills Christian Fellowship where I just happened to be.

He's my husband, my best friend, my confidant, my shoulder-to-cry-on, my critic, my biggest fan, my personal trainer, my safety net, my bur bur, my babe, my mer mer and my love. Should my daughters ever be as happy as we are, they will have a blessed life.

Okay, I'm done being mushy now. Besides, as soon as he's done playing his video game, we are going to immerse ourselves into the world of Johnny English. Don't be hatin!