Everybody go check out my husband’s blog! He loves tattoos, corgis, his amazing new wife (me), and defending our country. Wadduuuup.
Told Ryan I intend to start lifting. I just need to get a gym membership. Which I can do soon, because I have been working for over a month now. He was like, “Ew, you’re gonna get man arms.” I am now currently in the process of teaching him that lifting does not give you “man arms” they give you STRONG ARMS.
I can’t judge him too harshly, because I didn’t understand how it worked until about 6 months ago. I must educate him.
Or I can start lifting when he goes back to his deployment and when he comes back I’ll be sexy as fuck and be like, “Hey baby, I lift.”
So uhh I’m dying over here, you guys.
Less than two months down. Basically seven months to go until I see him for two weeks.
So lonely for you, bby~
Having Scramble games and conversations with the hubs in the same house because we’re cute ok