The Husband...

He calls this blog my "Snoop Bloggy Blog".

He calls Brady either Bubba or Stinky.

He calls Stella DUD, (Dumb Ugly Dog)

He will stay up to 3:00 or 4:00 AM on a work night playing Call of Duty: Black Ops and still wake up at 7:30 AM and go to work with no issue. He will do this a couple of times a week.

He has his own Hamburger Helper recipes.

He gets the worst buyers remorse I have ever encountered that will last for days.

His feelings are 90% mental and 10% emotional, but he is all heart.

He makes obnoxious noises while looking directly at me, just to see if a specific noise with bother me. They do. Every time.

He sings various children's songs throughout the day, but changes the words to poke fun at various members of our family, whether they have two legs or four.

He is in a minimum of two fantasy football leagues every year and the commissioner in at least one.

He named one of Brady's toy monkeys Spanky when he was an infant in hopes that one day, he would bring said monkey to school for show-and-tell and say, "This is Spanky my monkey." This happened earlier this month.

He bleeds blue and silver.

Everyone knows how drunk he is by how bloodshot his eyes are and close his head is getting to his shoulders.

I have never met one person, ever, that does not like him.

Brady wants to be just like him.

I want to be with him forever.

His name is Jimmy, not Jim or James.

He is my husband.

He is Brady's father.

We both love him unconditionally because he kinda rocks.