Yeppers. When that 04-04-04 date came up, I grabbed myself the biggest meat shield on the block, and married him.
Now some girls play it tough. They get pissy when guys open doors, call them babe or protect them when needed.
Not me. Nope.
Even had one lady tell me that I shouldn't cook for Tim. Yeah, me not cook for my husband. I don't think so. It's in my blood to cook for people, especially my husband.
Just like it's in his blood to protect me and if needed, rip someone's head off, should they ever fuck with me.
And I believe that makes this the second time I've F-bombed my own blog. And again, I'm keeping it in.