Yep... He's all mine...

Let me just say that I'm married to a pretty neat guy. Yeah, I know... groans all around... but, he is pretty cool. First of all, he puts up with my crap, and that right there my friends, says A LOT. Plus, he makes me laugh (the kind of laughter that makes your sides hurt), and he's seen me at my worst, yet somehow still manages to like me.

Now that the "gag factor" is at an all time high, I will admit that he can also be a goober. Here's a perfect example...

One day we were at the local health club and I decided to get on one of their treadmills (dreadmill in my book) for a run instead of going to a group exercise class. The only treadmill available is directly in front of the elliptical trainer that my husband currently occupies. I climb on board and proceed to do my thing. I have to admit, I'm not the world's best or fastest runner. I've always wondered if I look like a complete spaz. So, after I'm finished, I decide to ask my spouse (since he was right behind me) what I looked like. The conversation went something like this...

Me: "So, how did I look?"

My spouse: "What do you mean?"

Me: "Me... How did I look? Running on the treadmill? Do I look like a spaz? I felt like a complete spaz."

My spouse: "I don't know, I wasn't watching."

Me: "Huh? I was right in front of you... for 40 minutes... You mean to tell me that you had the opportunity to look at my butt for 40 minutes and you didn't tune in even once?"

My spouse: "No! I get to see your butt all the time."

Me: "Then what were you doing for 40 minutes?"

My spouse: "Ummmm... I was watching the little blonde thing three treadmills down."

I laughed so hard, I almost wet my pants... Yep! He's alllll mine.