I’ve decided that I have to give my sweet husband a moniker here on the blog, so people who might be google-searching him don’t come across this accidentally.
Not that anything I’m writing here is a secret, clearly I’m posting publicly for the world to see, but what I write here has nothing to do with his career, and I don’t want to add strife to his life because some fan knows what we did over the weekend.
When I asked him what he would like to be called, with no hesitation he answered, “Mr. Emperor.” Um, No. “Silverback” was next. Are you catching the theme here? While Silverback was a little closer, I still couldn’t imagine typing that without cringing. But it did remind me of this picture of him, which always makes me smile, so we settled on Gorilla. He likes to think he looks like a gorilla anyway, and I don’t disagree. In the best way.
When I leaned between the seats of the airplane to double-check (we’re both window-seaters, so we like to sit right behind each other instead of beside. It’s for the best), he thought better of Gorilla and changed his mind once again. For a moment I was getting ready to debut him as Sugar Bear.
This morning the final decision came down. So let me introduce to you to my darling, alpha husband: The Gorilla.
Heeeeeeeee! I LOVE IT. Oh goodness, I think it will be hard to remember to not call him by his name here. I haven't already, have I? You've always done a marvelous job of restraining yourself at my place, so I'll be doubly careful in censoring myself here.
I don't think I've seen a picture of him yet that really looks how i remember him looking . . . Anyway, say hello to The Gorilla for us!
Posted by: Megan@SortaCrunchy | July 29, 2008 at 01:25 PM
you are hilarious.
Posted by: Jules Bianchi | July 30, 2008 at 02:19 AM