my oh-so-normal husband

so, today i am upstairs working on some freelance. i go downstairs to get something to drink and catch a glimpse of zach. his long sleeves have been ripped off of his shirt and he is sporting some fake tatoos that he has obviously drawn on himself with a sharpie. one with a "T" inside of a heart (i am so honored) and on the other arm a popeye anchor he so dearly covets. he continues to go about his business (his business being playing a wii game) totally acting like nothing weird is going on at all.

this is how it happened: earlier in the day when i was at work zach made a fire in the backyard to give little dead birdie a proper burial and did some yard work while he was at it. cutting down those palm branches is shady. last time he did it he ruined a shirt. the thorn-like stems will cut right through your clothing and skin. and it did. his shirt was spotted with cuts and blood. hence why the sleeves were torn off later.

i cannot say he does not amuse me.

back to work i go.