Plea to my Dear Hubby

Dear Hubby,

I know how you can't wait to read my blog each night (sorry I offended you with the Poop post) so I thought I would write this one especially for you my dear :)

It's not often that I ask for things from you, is it?  I am usually a good wifey &  do whatever your little heart desires, don't I?  I even let you take at least 3 solo hunting trips a year.  You know the trips where you are gone for at least a week or two, remember?  I overlook the fact that you have lost 65 pounds with your band, and little old me only lost 35.  I don't whine or cry or stomp my feet or hold it against you too much anymore. right?

Ok then, now that we have all that straight, here's the thing:

You know how September 24th is our 22nd wedding anniversary & how you love me as much today as when you married me?   Well, you know how I don't travel alone & get so scared that I could poop my pants?  Ok, keep following me on this.   *Blurts out quickly* I want to be a BOOB & meet up with all my Bloggie friends in Chicago on our Anniversary. I need you to hold my hand so I get there ok,? ?

You heard me right, I want to fly to Chicago & spend the weekend with total strangers who truly share my love of the band & all that goes with it.  I heard Chicago has some really cool golf courses!  You could stay out of my way,  keep yourself busy doing that while I'm having a grand time with my BOOBS!! 

What do you say?  Can we go, huh?  I have to keep you pretty much hidden though - cause you're a boy. There is talk of Victoria's Secret though!!!!!!