It was no secret that we both wanted a puppy! I mean really, really, really badly for a really, really, really long time! {Seriously? That many reallys? Yes, seriously.} We wanted one so badly we could practically taste it. However, we were not actually financially stable or have schedules that could adapt to a tiny puppy bladder. You wouldn't know those small tidbits of information though if you talked to h.
You see, I am the more realistic, practical, sensible, down-to-earth, levelheaded, rational one {when it comes to responsibilities not when it comes to thinking on your feet}. Not that h doesn't have all of those characteristics, mine are just more prominent. h is more of a cute, carefree, German guy who sings {and whistles} all the time. "Lets get a puppy. La la la, in a one bedroom apartment we can barely move in." {Did you get my P.S. I love you reference? If not you should watch it...and again and again! Gets me every time! At least watch this clip.}
P.S. h I love you.
We compliment each other really well. If it wasn't for him I would be a stressed out, neurotic mess and if it wasn't for me he would be living in the woods next to a river in Washington inside a trailer made out of straw. He would most likely look like this:
{Yes, I am serious and he might still prefer it that way.}
We are quite the dynamic duo, if you ask me (and of course you won't). Speaking of I am dying to read this.
We should all read it. I bet it is wonderful just like her.
Come back to find out how h talked me into getting a puppy!
xoxo,
-m