Checkin'-In

Hey y'all! My very southern talkin', country speakin' visitors may just be bringing back my accent with a vengeance! That's ok, though. I knew it wasn't very far from the surface. Just give me a glass of wine and that becomes very evident.

We piled up in the car and made the nine hour drive to Seward on Sunday. Sometimes I forget how huge this state actually is, but just driving to a neighboring city reminds me very quickly. The drive wasn't so bad, though mostly due to the awesome company we had.

I have so much to tell you about...like how I caught a big ole halibut...and some other fish, but I'm going to leave that post for a little later. I just wanted to check in with all of you and let you know I'm having a fabulous time. Also, I'm looking forward to catching up with all of you via Google Reader. I'll probably do that after I'm done typing this. I will leave you with the scenery I've been staring at for the past few days...

If you haven't visited Alaska...you should!

Love,

FF-in Vlog

Bonsoi! I vlogged...again. Go over to Wife of a Sailor to participate!

 

 

5QF time

Head over to Mama M's page to participate in Five Question Friday.

Beckoning

Sometimes this feeling creeps in and takes over my life as I know it. It's a nagging annoyance that beckons me to get as far away as I can. It's not because I don't like where I'm at or because I don't like where I'm going. It's something else entirely. I've talked to other military spouses about this feeling that I'm having- the need to get away. The catch is, I just want to disappear with my man.

I don't know if you heard, but the military requires a lot of time dedication and that's not only when they're deployed. There are FRG meetings, Hail & Farewells, 5am workout calls, 12-16 hour days, and much more. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if Captain J was working a 9-5. Would he be happy? I know I would love more time with him in the mornings and the evenings. I also know my driven husband would always look back at the Army that has done so much for him and question if he did all that he wanted to do within it.

Despite being thankful for his job that provides for us, I still let my mind slip to that feeling of just getting away. Perhaps I have a vacation hangover. This week Captain J transitioned back into working again. In fact, he's away right now and probably will be for the next few hours. This gives me plenty of time to think. In my readings, I came across this quote-

"To express a place in art, we need to take certain risks...we need intimacy of a sort that demands a certain daring and risk: a surrender, an abandonment." -John Haines

or as Barry Lopez puts it-

We need to "become vulnerable to a place."

Why the topic change? Well, when I want to "get away" this is the very place I want to go...

The walls of this house boast with the warmth of the people who inhabit her. From the outside, there are forested views as far as the eye can see. There's a creek nearby, that when crossed, will lead one along the twisted walking trails behind the property. There's a history there that intrigues me and is cherished greatly by those who came before me. This place blends well- manicured terrain with seemingly untouched countryside. She's so beautiful that she's seen weddings, family reunions, the occasional snow, and treasured Thanksgiving days. Oh, how I miss her...

This house has been in my family for years. There was a period of time during the war that the family lost the house, but God blessed my grandparents with the opportunity to get it back many years later. What a gift that has been! It's nice to have a piece of such a personal history to explore. If I walk far enough into the woods, I'll find a bench by a huge tree that has initails upon initials of the people who called her home. Besides the history, there's a freedom attraction to it. It wouldn't be uncommon to wake up every day there for a week and never see a single soul. It's private, it's glorious, it's refreshing.

That's where I want to be. I could swoop up Captain J and hop on a plane to good ole Tennessee. Maybe we'd be alone or maybe we could be in the company of various family members who frequently use this hiatus as a weekend-type get-away. Either way, I know it would be a memory I wouldn't soon forget. There's just something about that place.

Do you have a place you hold dear to your heart?

Why Me Wednesday

* Why is it that every time I pick something up around the house, five other random items are sprinkled in the floor almost automatically? These boys are killin' me.

*Why is it that I keep forgetting to buy a razor at Wally World? My legs are looking pretty gross, not gonna lie.

*While we're on the topic of Walmart, I'd like to know why I used my debit card there 5 times today? Ridiculous.

*Why can't I remember things?

* I took D-nugget to the dog park twice, let him swim in the Chena, and showered him with love all day so why is he still being a crazy dog?

*Why am I blogging when I should be folding laundry?

*Why does Chelsea Lately crack me up so much?

*Why have I been blessed so much to only have these seven, minor things to complain about?

I'm one lucky gal.

Try It Out Tuesday

Haven't done this in awhile, ehh? Despite having a "me" day, I still got a lot accomplished. I think it's this summer solstice. When it's constantly gorgeous outside, I yearn to get out and be productive. After hanging out with these two cutie patooties-

and then spending time with this precious little dearie-

I decided it was time to get to work on a few chores around my house. I have a certain special visitor coming up to see me very soon so I cleaned the spare bedroom from head to toe. Then I got to work on my "dream board" that I've been wanting to do for so long. What's a dream board, you may ask? Well, there's an exhaustive definition over at my blog buddy Dutch's page so why don't you go check that out. In short, it's a place to portray goals and dreams creatively. It's a place of motivation. It's a place to visualize what you want out of life and each day. Too hippyish for ya? Well, heck, for me it's just another excuse for crafting :) Here's my final product (although I'm sure I'll add more as I see fit):

On the dry erase portion, I plan to keep track of daily and weekly goals in regard to exercising, chores, watching what I eat, and bible verse memorizations. I'm excited. Think it'll work? Anyway, TRY IT OUT! It is, at the very least, something for you to do when you're bored.

Also, I wanted to post another low maintenance, super easy crock pot recipe if you'd like to TRY IT OUT. This ranch chicken recipe is very tasty and produces some excellent leftovers (this coming from the woman who thinks most leftovers are yucky)-

Ingredients

• 3 tablespoons bacon seasoning


• 1 teaspoon garlic


• 1 (1 ounce) package hidden valley ranch dressing mix


• 1 (10 ounce) can cream of chicken soup


• 1/2 cup milk


• 1 cup sour cream


• 4 boneless skinless chicken breasts


• 1 (16 ounce) package egg noodles, prepared

*Mix first six ingredients and pour over chicken in slow cooker. Cook on high setting for 3-4 hours or until chicken is done.

Ok, so I actually improvised and used what I had. Instead of bacon seasoning, I used bacon bits. I also just used a whole clove of garlic. Then I skipped the noodles and served it with mashed potatoes instead. This meal was very filling for the two of us so we had leftovers for today.

Did you try anything new today?

At 13,000 feet...

Have you ever been to 13,000+ feet above sea level? I have. The Cap'n and I heard about Mauna Kea while we were in the intoxicating islands of Hawaii and thought- we must see it. The tourist guides told stories of the locals driving up the mountain/volcano and filling up pickup trucks with snow so they could have a snowball fight down below in bathing suits, tube tops, tiny shorts, and sunglasses. Did you know that Hawaii gets snow? I had no idea. It seems pretty logical when I realize just how big that mountain is....

Wikipedia says:

The peak of Mauna Kea is 13,803 feet (4,207 m) above mean sea level, about 100 feet (30 m) taller than neighboring Mauna Loa and about 30,000 feet (9,100 m) above its base on the floor of the Pacific Ocean. By this measurement, Mauna Kea is the world's tallest mountain, taller than Mount Everest, which is the highest mountain above sea level.

whoa nelly.

That's big. It's pretty cool that one can just hop in a four wheel drive car and drive on up to the tallest point. Basically, I was unimpressed by this experience, though. Wha-Wha-What? Say what!?

Well, the tour was fine. The guide was corny-funny, super nice, and very knowledgeable, but...

the landscapes were not that glorious. So much of the the area is very dry. Lava fields fill the space between Kona and the mountain and when we weren't driving through endless coal black areas- we were looking at any other ole mountain. It didn't even compare to the Alaskan Range, Denali, or the Smokies. There's just so much beauty there.

But anyway...It wasn't without a spectacular view. The very top was an interesting experience and made the long tour worthwhile. It's neat to be above the clouds with feet still firmly on the ground. It was slightly ruined for me because of the humongous observatories at the top that were interrupting my view. Perhaps I just can't appreciate technology fully.

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Plus we needed parkas for this adventure. We weren't ready for parkas so soon after a long Alaska Interior winter.

After watching the sun go down, we drove back towards the visitor center where we could set up a telescope and view the stars. This was also pretty cool. It would have been a lot cooler to someone who can actually locate the little dipper. Oh well...I tried. I tried hard. In all honesty, I didn't see hardly anything the astronomer pointed out. This is just not my cup of tea. But, the stars were beautiful. Magnificent. Unpolluted by city lights. Perfect. One can really see God's majesty up there.

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The guide packed up his telescope while I jogged up to the gift shop for a quick look around. On the way back to the bus, I noticed these huge telescopes outside. Oh man...now, this is cool:

I got to see the rings around Saturn. Not many people can say that, right? It was pretty nifty.

What else did I learn? I learned that at 13,000 feet I'm slightly more crazy in love with my silly, wonderful husband. Some may say that the lack of oxygen made me giddy and dizzy, but me....I know the truth!

Adios!

Father's Day Love

Let me tell you a little something about the men in my life ( a few of them anyway...)

My dad is the coolest. Seriously, he is. He's one of those dads that has wise words for me, advice, and a shoulder to lean on but he's also loads of fun to be around. He's funny and he's the guy that people are just drawn to. When I think about my childhood, I realize how blessed I am now to have this man in my life...more than that--as my dad. 

Here's my dad with my purdyy stepmom after running a marathon. Yeah..they're rockstars.

I also married into a really great family...therefore I inherited the best father-in-law a girl could ask for. He's intelligent, caring, humorous, and also fun to be around. One time, when Captain J was deployed, he talked me through an alcohol/crazy-in-love induced crying fit so you know he's gotta be a good one. Not many can handle the stress of irrational, deployment Mrs. K!

Here he is with my lovely mother-in-law (and then another on his sailboat):

 

And I'm also lucky to have my stepdad in my life. I'm so thankful to him for loving my mom (and my sister and me!) and making her happy. He has taught me so much in my short life and I can't tell you how grateful I am for him.

My radiant mother and him on their wedding day-

I'm just as happy as a lark (I've always wanted to say that) to have these father figures in my life. I truly am the most blessed woman in that department.

Happy Father's Day y'all! I love you very much.

Need some card ideas for your dad? Use mine as your guide...

 

Much love,

5QF Saturday Edition

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Green Thumb

I have decided to try my hand (or maybe I should say my thumb?) in gardening. Baby steps, though.

My least favorite chore as a youngster was weeding the garden. There's something dreadful about playing in dirt in the hot and humid climate of East Tennessee. I never envision myself having beautiful gardens--like my mother in law, but I know Captain J loves those gardens so I do want to as least try to grow a few lovely flowers here and there. Besides, I like the color it adds around the house!

I've already planted a few...





I figure, if I can't make something grow in the Alaskan summers....well, then....I'm helpless. Wish me luck!

The weather has been nice the past few days. It's actually kinda nice to be back in the cooler temps (and obviously somewhere that I'm a little more welcome. Ha! Did anyone catch that?) Anyway, I'm going to quit my babbling now and leave you with another summery picture of butterflies congregating. They tend to do that a lot here!

Zip a dee doo dah...

Did you know that I'm a big, fat scaredy cat? I am. I haven't always been, though. I remember a time, when I was just a young tike, when scary movies made me laugh and rollercoasters shot adrenaline through my veins. I didn't fear much. Or at least I didn't fear as much as I do now.

I took some steps in overcoming my ridiculousness this past week. I went ziplining for the first time. If you've never done this, you should make it a point to do so. Go ahead, add it to your bucket list!

We couldn't have chosen a better place to zip across. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.

You're goin' places, baby!

Remember the fabulous J. Ashley over at Be Real Be Happy? Well, she gave me a blog award and I'm pretty pumped about it. Thanks, girl!

The rules of this award are:

1. Describe where I think I'll be in 10 years.


2. Pass the fun along to 10 other bloggers.

In ten years, I'll be 34 years young. That seems like such a long time away, but I know it will go by fast. Just the other day, I met a couple from London, England who I eagerly talked to about their neck of the woods. I went to the United Kingdom not too long ago (or so I thought) so it was fun hearing about their lives there and remembering some of the places I visited while I was there. I was having trouble remembering specific names of places when I realized--that trip was ten years ago. TEN! It felt strange to realize that much time has passed by already. Life goes by so fast, doesn't it?

I may get long-winded on this. I'll try not to, though.

Where will I be in ten? I have always found this question difficult to answer. Maybe that comes with age, though. Young people usually see so many possibilities that it's hard to fathom one, clear path- at least that was my experience. Now, I feel slightly more settled.

I see myself living happily with Captain J somewhere in the south--close to family. We also have a family of our own. There's a couple of kids running around outside, playing with Drifter. My house is nice and clean and I just sat down with a glass of wine outside with J while he throws some steaks on the grill. Maybe I'm enjoying some downtime because I finally have a job that I enjoy and I put my whole heart into it. Maybe I'm only working part time at a job that I love while I juggle being a mom and housewife at home. I see us settled--with the military no longer dictating where we'll live or how much time I get to see my husband.

That all sounds pretty great! But honestly, I'm not sure where I'll be in ten years. I'm enjoying the ride and trusting in God's plans for me, not my own. Life always works out better for me when I realize He's in control and knows what He's doing!

I'd like to pass this award on to some of my favorite military bloggers because obviously--They're going places. Being a part of the military or marrying into the military will definitely create a lifestyle of relocating here and there, but even more than that--these women stand by their men and are faithful and happy partners for them, too. These women are so strong and that really goes along way. Here's to you, ladies!

1. Shannon @ An Army Wife's Alaskan Adventures

2. Whitney @ Everything Happens for a Reason

3. d.a.r @ Just Another Day in {our midwest} paradise

4. Dani @ The Last Frontier aka North Pole, Alaska

5. Jessica @ The (Mis)Adventures of An Army Wife

6. Jenn @ Chances I'm Taking

In true Mrs. K fashion- I'm going to stop at 6.

The Cap'n and I are headed for a lil camping trip and some King Salmon fishin'! Do you think I can reel one of those in? I've got my doubts. I'm sure we'll have a good time, though. When I return, I'll tell you all about it. Peace out girl/boy scout!

(I also have some posts scheduled to automatically publish while I'm gone. Check back in tomorrow to read about our ziplining adventures!)

Love,

pssst..hey...

Look at those two! They are bad to the bone, right? Rockstars. Supafly. Awesomeness seeps out of their whole being. Wanna know why?

Well, Captain J and I completed our open water dive certification. Pretty cool, huh? We started this adventure way back in October with hopes of accomplishing this task in NZ, but it never happened. Desparate to not dive in dry suits and excrutiatingly painful AK water, we made it a top priority to finish up our dives some place a bit warmer. I was so glad we did.

I cannot describe to you how nervous I was before Dive #1. I mean....how weird is it to be able to breathe underwater? It just doesn't seem right. I kept thinking, 'I'm going to throw myself into the depths of the ocean (40 feet) and trust  man-made equipment to sustain my endless need to inhale/exhale?' Eventually I learned to trust the guides, the regulator, and myself which in turn built my self-confidence. It truly is a blessing to be able to explore the depths of an unknown place, another part of God's creation. There's so much more out there than what we can see.

Scuba diving is fantastic. We're hooked. We saw all sorts of interesting fish, eels, dolphins, and coral. On our last dive, there was talk of a 12 foot Tiger Shark when we surfaced but thank goodness I didn't see that. That might have stopped my heart for a few seconds! That might have ruined diving for me. It's just too soon to be swimmin' with sharks, ya know?

Captain J was wonderful in encouraging and comforting me underwater. I had a little talk with him beforehand. I told him that I wasn't one of his Army buddies--I wasn't fearless--I was nervous and I was allowed to be scared. Essentially, I told him I wanted him to baby me (hehe). He claims he didn't have to, though. We had fun in this experience and actually did the whole pukey romantic thing of holding hands while we explored. We may or may not have broken out a few car moves in the ocean, too. Yeah, we're that couple. The weirdos. Ahh, well...

We ended up finishing up the vacation with four dives under our belts, a sweet new certification card for each of us and the hope of being able to dive again soon. It feels good to have accomplished something new and fun-together.

Have any of you ever tried scuba diving? If so, did you enjoy it? If you haven't done it, would you?

More on Hawaii later.

Place of Refuge

Here's a fact that I wasn't aware of prior to our trip to the Hawaiian Islands: There are many (many) places throughout the Islands where tourists aren't welcome. The natives have certain beaches and portions of land that are held sacred to them so walking on these reserved spaces is frowned upon. I cannot believe that they're getting away with this, but I think it's excellent. I mean, c'mon.... Look what the white man did to the rest of the continental United States. There just aren't many places set aside for preserving other cultures anymore.

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There was one particular beach that looked beautiful from the ocean, but it was only open strictly to Native children. I was sorta jealous but mostly just in awe. It was gorgeous. We scuba dived near that particular beach.

Other restricted areas are open for viewing and respecting, but swimming is prohibited. One of these such places is found on the Big Island and it's deemed the Place of Refuge. It was so serene there-







We visited this National Park the first full day we had on the island. It was really neat to be welcomed and informed by the natives of Hawaii on the Polynesian culture of the area. The vegetation and rituals were reminiscent of New Zealand. We caught glimpses of the Maori culture represented at the luau we went to later on in the trip. It was nice to reflect back on that trip and be reminded of what we were blessed enough to have experienced together.





While the Hawaiians have reserved sacred places of refuge around their land, the island and the experience was our refuge all week long.

Aloha!


More to come! By the way, I'm almost caught up on all of your blogs. Forgive me if I haven't commented in awhile. You wouldn't believe how many "unreads" I had in my Google Reader. I've had fun reading what you all have been up to the past week, though. :)

Snorkling Kona

What to write? I have so much to say about our adventures in paradise yet my computer battery icon is telling me that time is of the essence. I'm sitting in Anchorage on another dreadful layover. One more flight to go. I can't tell you how good it will feel to be in my own bed... not that I'll get to sleep because we are picking Drifter up as soon as we roll into ole F-banks. From what I've heard, he's been pretty terrible.

But you didn't come to my blog to hear me complain, did you? I just got back from a wonderful vacation with my loving husband so allow me to gush share with you some of our experiences and adventures.

When we got into Kona, we checked into our hotel and hit the sack as it was late at night when we arrived. Bright and bushy tailed the next morning, we hurried through breakfast so we could get a headstart on enjoying the beautiful Hawaiian sunshine. We decided to go snorkling because our hotel, the Outrigger, had a great snorkling beach on its premises.

We actually did a lot of snorkling during our vacay. In between our scuba diving excursions (more on that later), we dove into the water for an impromptu swimming session with dolphins. It was amazing and one of the coolest experiences of the whole trip. These playful spinner dolphins were swimming within an arms reach of Captain J and me. The pod consisted of about 40 dolphins...well, 42 if you count us pretending to be one of them. I hate that we didn't have our camera with us that day. We saw so much under the water and it definitely has us intrigued for more. We look forward to exploring more of the ocean depths in other areas of the world!

I'll leave you with a few more photos and the promise to write again soon about some of the other activities we did during week one of leave. More to come!

 

5QF Hawaii Edition

Aloha,  dear friends! I haven't posted in a week? Really? That flew by for me...probably because I'm having the time of my life at Big Island, Hawai'i! I wanted to be sure and participate in Mama M's Five Question Friday, as usual, so here's my Big Island Vacation hello! We'll be back to the regularly scheduled posts next week. Promise!



Did you check out that jewelry I'm wearing? I meant to tell you all about it in the video, but the onlookers made me nervous. Ha! Anyway, Captain J has made it a tradition to buy me jewelry from every place we visit (What a great tradition, huh?!) He tries to find pieces that are characteristic of the place we are visiting...for instance, in New Zealand he got me Jade. Anywho, my newest addition to my jewelry box neck and ears are made of :

Olivine- A natural mineral that only forms in lava. It is what makes the Big Island of Hawaii's green sand beach.

and

Weleweka AKA Velvet Seed- is a rare tree found primarily on the Big Island and Maui. Approximately fifty are known to exist.

Cool, huh? Mahalo for reading :)

Vlog, HELP!

Howdy all you 5QFers! I need your help! Have you noticed my last couple of vlogs have had that annoying buzzing sound to them? I can't, for the life of me, figure out why this is happening or how to fix the problem. Any suggestions? Anywho...If you can ignore that awful sound then kudos to you.

Links Mentioned in this Vlog:

Kate's Life

and, of course, Mama M at My Little Life

Miss Understood

I learned two things about myself this week that I hadn't really grasped, understood, or realized previously.

Numero Uno: Is that I'm pretty dang good at offending people without meaning to.

and Two: Is that I'm a much meaner person than I really knew.

Many of my readers are people I know IRL so I'm sure you're probably thinking, "She's nuts...She's not mean. She's sugar and spice and everything nice" Did I take that too far just now? Ha! Anyway, hear me out:

(1) I suppose all religion and politics talk should be off-limits on all my social networks: twitter, blogs, and facebook-and in conversation in general. It makes people mad at me. It makes people make mean-spirited comments toward me and decide we can no longer be friends- all because I have a differing view. I must come across the wrong way! Aren't southern women supposed to be really good at smiling and insulting at the same time? Ha! The thing is, I truly don't mean to insult, which is probably worse. Sometimes I consider deleting all things internet. Lord knows I'll have more time to enjoy His awesome creation! But I don't rid myself of online networking because it keeps me in contact with so many people that I know and love that I otherwise would never hear from.

(2) Have I ever told you that one of the superlatives I got in H.S. was either "Most Friendly" or "Sweetest"? I can't remember which. Anyway, I think this is evidence that at one time I was a nice person. Perhaps I've clung to that title far too long, though. I think my niceness has worn off and I'm left with the personality trait of saying whatever is on my mind. I don't necessarily think speaking my mind is a bad trait, but if you refer to Numero Uno again you will see where I get myself in trouble. It's just that I used to take and take and take people's negativity and never stand up for myself. As I get older, my tolerance level declines. I just don't care to be walked all over anymore--not my style. Things around here have been happening lately that I just don't take kindly to (I hope you said that in your head as an old man with a strong southern accent) and I haven't really held my tongue. Quite the opposite, I've stuck my foot in my mouth a lot the past few days. I wonder, was it unwarranted? Am I this increasingly meaner person as the years fly by? Truth is- I hope not, but I'm leaning towards the affirmative.

So, here's to you my faithful readers! I appreciate you continuing to read the musings of a big, fat meanie like me. I truly hope I've never offended any of you, but if I have, I apologize...and I mean it! I'm a pretty accepting person, in reality, even though I may not come off as such in my writing.

I guess you could say that I'm ready for this vacay with my baby! I'm ready to get out of Fairbanks for awhile with the best guy a woman could ask for. I'm ready to finally have a honeymoon. Do you realize this is the very first time Captain J and I have gone on vacation alone together? I'm so excited. Upon my return (or perhaps while I'm gone), I'll regale you with stories of scuba diving, deep sea fishing, sun bathing, hiking Hawaii, and so much more! Plus, in the immediate future, I'll be participating in Five Question Friday again--Vlog Style, of course! See you then.

Best Regards,
aka- Miss Understood

Oh, snail mail...

How I love thee. You allowed me to have a massive obsession with writing my dear soldier when he was deployed. You bring surprises to my mailbox from friends and family far away. I get letters and cards, my small connection with the outside world. I know sometimes you bring me bills or junk mail, too but it's an excuse to get off my bootay and take the long walk to the mailbox to retrieve it so I'm still grateful. Besides, sometimes you give a real jewel and today was no exception-

I received my prizes from the military blog writing contest. Yipee! I'm pretty pumped. Now, I'll have some reading material for the plane ( Hawaii in 3 days!). Book review to come. Thanks for checkin' in. More later~

Four Eyes

I got new glasses for the first time in years- not the drinkin' kind, but the seein' kind. My latest pairs were faithful to me, but I wasn't so much to them as I misplaced them somewhere between New Zealand and Anchorage, Alaska. I've gone without four eyes since November. It was time to move on. I recently shopped around for a new pair which may sound exciting, but it isn't to me because glasses never rarely ever look good on me. It has only been recently that I figured out exactly why this is the case. I always thought it was because I had a small head. I've been known to shop the kiddy section before for this very reason. This time was to be different, though. I wanted adult glasses. I wanted something stylish and cute. I just wanted to be able to see, dang it!  Well, my weird face/glasses fiasco has been discovered: my ears are way crooked. I've noticed the slight slope of my sunglasses for awhile now but I just thought they were bent. Nope! I chose some funky-ish frames and when I went to pick them up the guy said, " I think they're a little crooked." I know he meant my ears. I just know it.

I was having lunch with my dear sweet husband today and he started grinning from ear to ear. I thought he was going to say something sweet when he said something to the effect of: "I see it now! Definitely crooked!" Thanks, hon. Oh, well...I can't be perfect all the time.