I am not even going to try apologizing.I got lazy and that was it.
Moving on..
H is for..
H is for Husbands.No post of mine is usually complete unless I do a lil (not so flattering) piece on my husband.We share quite the dysfunctional relationship.We are poles apart,attitude-wise,personality wise right down to food habit wise.Could we be any more different?
For example:
My husband is always on a diet.Like always!
So every night when I get home from work and ask him what he would like for dinner the first thing he says is "Nothing for me,I am on a diet" and then promptly proceeds to eat half a Toblerone bar,a bondi laddo,rice,daal and vegetable.(In that order because I take time to cook dinner).
This happens without fail.Every Night.
Indecisive much?!Hell yeah!
Since this is my blog I reserve the right to post embarrassing stories about him and none about me.
Sue me.
But for those wondering, there is something that makes us tick.Something buried deep down inside that makes both of us happy to settle down with each other at the end of the day.We compliment each other in the most (to put in mildly) quirky way.
H is for Holidays.Siigghh.So many places to go.People to see.Things to do.I adore the different kinds of holidays you can take.You can do the backpacking kinds,the lazy kinds,the chilled out and relaxed kinds,the adventurous kinds,the "Yeaah,I dont have to check work mails" kind.
Want.One.Now.
Now.!
H is for Hulk.Am I the only one who finds the Hulk super cute.I loved him in The Avengers and Aaaarrrggg trust me I feel like I could loose my temper and go "smash" sometimes!Just ask my husband :)
H is for Heaven.I added this as an after though actually.Its not the normal "Heaven is a magical place that I want to go to and blah blah".It's just this little story I wanted to share.
I was on the flight to Bangalore recently.I always opt for the aisle seat and the 2 seats next to me were occupied by a father and his (seemed like) 4 year old son.The boy was extremely cute and was chattering nineteen to a dozen.His discussions ranged from comic books to super heroes to his newest best friend.
His father suddenly pointed to the clouds outside and said "Isn't that beautiful?".
The little guy peered and I could literally see a look of awe spread all over his face "Papa" he said,"I think this is heaven".
I thought it was the cutest thing I had ever heard!
That's it for now :)
I promise to not be tardy anymore :)
That was "H" for today I'll see you with "I" for tomorrow.
Caio :)
Moving on..
H is for..
H is for Husbands.No post of mine is usually complete unless I do a lil (not so flattering) piece on my husband.We share quite the dysfunctional relationship.We are poles apart,attitude-wise,personality wise right down to food habit wise.Could we be any more different?
For example:
My husband is always on a diet.Like always!
So every night when I get home from work and ask him what he would like for dinner the first thing he says is "Nothing for me,I am on a diet" and then promptly proceeds to eat half a Toblerone bar,a bondi laddo,rice,daal and vegetable.(In that order because I take time to cook dinner).
This happens without fail.Every Night.
Indecisive much?!Hell yeah!
Since this is my blog I reserve the right to post embarrassing stories about him and none about me.
Sue me.
But for those wondering, there is something that makes us tick.Something buried deep down inside that makes both of us happy to settle down with each other at the end of the day.We compliment each other in the most (to put in mildly) quirky way.
H is for Holidays.Siigghh.So many places to go.People to see.Things to do.I adore the different kinds of holidays you can take.You can do the backpacking kinds,the lazy kinds,the chilled out and relaxed kinds,the adventurous kinds,the "Yeaah,I dont have to check work mails" kind.
Want.One.Now.
Now.!
H is for Hulk.Am I the only one who finds the Hulk super cute.I loved him in The Avengers and Aaaarrrggg trust me I feel like I could loose my temper and go "smash" sometimes!Just ask my husband :)
H is for Heaven.I added this as an after though actually.Its not the normal "Heaven is a magical place that I want to go to and blah blah".It's just this little story I wanted to share.
I was on the flight to Bangalore recently.I always opt for the aisle seat and the 2 seats next to me were occupied by a father and his (seemed like) 4 year old son.The boy was extremely cute and was chattering nineteen to a dozen.His discussions ranged from comic books to super heroes to his newest best friend.
His father suddenly pointed to the clouds outside and said "Isn't that beautiful?".
The little guy peered and I could literally see a look of awe spread all over his face "Papa" he said,"I think this is heaven".
I thought it was the cutest thing I had ever heard!
That's it for now :)
I promise to not be tardy anymore :)
That was "H" for today I'll see you with "I" for tomorrow.
Caio :)
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