The Truth Hurts

Yesterday Art and I were sharing a barefooted embrace in the kitchen when a surprised look came across his face and he told me I look really tall. I am 5'7 and 1/2" and he has believed himself to be 5'8". He ran and got the tape measure and had me hold it against the wall. He stood as tall as he could and reached 5'7" on the dot. In disbelief, he had me measure 2 more times to no avail. He then measured me and was crushed to discover that I am a half inch taller than him. I thought it was hilarious and felt bad that I couldn't stop laughing. Art swears up and down that he shrank an inch since high school and that by the time he is 30 he will be 5'6" and that I won't want to be married to him because he will be too short. Poor guy. He has never been able to face the reality that he is not a tall man and was sad when I told him, "Baby, you just gotta understand that you are a short Mexican and I am a tall white girl. That's just the truth of it." He replied, "Well, the truth hurts, you know?" Unfortunately for him, that didn't detract from the humor I derived from the situation. I sure love my husband... even if he is vertically challenged.

Last but not least, I was tagged by Ashley Burton to describe myself with words starting with the letters from my middle name and then tag 3 friends. I think I am supposed to elaborate on each quality, but I don't think much explanation is needed in my case.

R- Responsible

A- Accomplished

C- Classy

H- Headstrong

E- Expressive

L- Logical

L- Lanky

E- Exercise Deficient

I tag Allyson, Shalee, and Kari (because I know how much you love things like this).