I Blame Angelina Jolie...

Okay, I am about to post quite a few things that I am not proud of. I know that some of you (maybe 5) have said "He just doesn't do it for me."

Well... who asked you?

You see, it is February, and in the month of February we have three holidays.

Valentine's Day

My Birthday

President's Day

So, as you can see... especially by that last one... that February, for the wife of a deployed husband, can be the hardest month out of the year.

And since tomorrow I have to post pictures of beautiful actresses so that I can get the mens off of my back, I thought I would post a few things that I stumbled upon this evening when I was looking for the Gregorian Chant website in order to make my prayer life a little more fulfilling...

For those other housewives out there that feel the same way I do-you are welcome. For you other Six-Packers who completely and utterly and irrevocably disagree with me.

You can suck it.

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That was not nice and I apologize, but I have been scouring the Internet for photogs of Angelina Jolie because apparently 95% of the Six-Pack thinks she is beautiful or something. I could not take it anymore and had to search for something-someone that I knew would make me want to giggle like a school girl. Tomorrow you can have your stinking Angelina... but today-I give you Edward.

Are you serious? How am I supposed to get any sleep when this is on my blog? Well, all I can say is that you know there is a God when a man can look that good.

His hair makes me insane... yes, insane. There is no other word for it. Ahh, if all men could have their hair like this-we women would get nothing done because all we would do is run our fingers through it all damn day long. Why don't men know about this haircut? Why don't more men wear this for us? Do they not know that we will swoon over them and ask to touch them?

Sigh.

This is the same exact look Carl gives me when I say I want another baby. Well... wouldn't you want another baby with a man that looks at you like this? Exactly.

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Can someone please call an ambulance. I think I pulled something. Mercy.

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Doesn't he look like he needs someone to climb in next to him and make it all better? I mean, ladies... look at how long this man's legs are. Are you kidding me? Are you freakin' kidding me? It is too much... I have to stop.

Last one out please turn off the lights and lock up when you are done.