I mean what I say.

HUD was outside earlier, using the seed spreader (?) to put out poison for the grub worms (to ward off the armadillo[s] that dig holes in our yard that he has been working so hard on making aesthetically pleasing–HUD began caring about how the yard looks after I moved in #js). As he walked by the open bedroom window where I was folding laundry I had just taken out of the dryer; I thought to myself; “I am so lucky to have such a handsome, hard-working man with whom to share life.”

I then decided that I should tell him how enamored I am with him. As I was walking toward the window to whistle at him…I yelled (as loudly as I am able); “WOO – OOOO!” I did that twice, as HUD seemed to look at me with utter confusion.

When he came indoors, I shared with HUD that my brain does not function properly at times, thus I say strange things/respond in odd ways. That’s when he told me that he understands how my brain is, and that he was focused on what he was doing…that is why he looked at me the way I mistook for confusion–he said he was concentrating on what he was doing. It is still rather comforting to be supremely loved by a BEAUTIFUL man who understands my difficulties with expressing my emotions.

why else would he crawl on his belly (outside in the grass, to photigraph her)?
HUD loves this beautiful girl…

Published by BrandysBrain

"Writing, to me; is simply thinking through my fingers." — Isaac Asimovz [This blog is mainly one that concerns my life with my furbabies; Princess Coco and Mr. Whiskey, 'Chiweenies.' You've been warned.] My blog is mostly one of "journal-esque" (diary) entries with few real names being used to protect the innocent or to keep those who are not so innocent from being tracked down.

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