My Wookie
I probably forgot to mention that Teddy Bear's real-life nickname is Wookie. Before I had a chance to see him without his shirt on, I thought it meant he was strong, broke things frequently and was super hairy. Luckily for me, it was only the first two things. Sigh of fucking relief because do you see all that hair? Ew.He is capable of being gentle, however it makes him cranky if he has to do it for extended periods of time. Seriously. The crankitude is due to the effort he has to put forth to not break shit. It requires mad concentration and results in badness if he is interrupted (who can listen to a woman nag AND try not to break shit at the same time?) but he can do it. *breaks into song* "Boooooob the Builder! Can we fix it? Yes we can!" I fucking hate that show. HATE IT.
One of the great things (mentioned by Eliza in the previous post) about having a freakishly strong hubby is that he can pick me up and move me around if I am broken (or passed the fuck out - known as PTFO around these parts) with ease. Of course, I might end up with bruises on the parts of my body that slam into walls (ouch, knees! be careful of the knees!) while being carried, but it's the price you pay, right?
Labels: Rambling, Teddy Bear



1 Comments:
huh. TB sounds pretty much opposite of CN, who has the body of a 12 year old boy.
his skin is pale and hairless.
his limbs are like twigs.
there's no way in hell he could ever lift my fat ass. because i outweigh him.
we are like jack spratt and his wife.
and yet, i am so in love, it's kind of disgusting.
funny how all that stuff doesn't matter when you get older....
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