maybe...

maybe i love d more than anyone else in the history of the world

maybe i read too many blogs, maybe i used to read the news but this has replaced it

maybe i'm obsessed with bangs

maybe d and i spend too much time laying in front of the fire, listening to records, drinking faux cocktails

maybe i don't know how to be a wife, but maybe i'll be okay at it

maybe i care too much about whether people like me or not, maybe this isn't such a bad thing

maybe i've dropped from a size 4 to a size 2, maybe i wasn't trying, maybe this worries me a little bit

maybe i complain about my job, but i really do love it, and maybe i feel super blessed to have it

maybe i love the d brews beer, and that it is fabulous

maybe i can't understand why everyone loves regina spektor, and maybe i feel ashamed

maybe i'm lucky, because if i'm a different person everyday when i walk through the front door, d seems to be ok with it, and takes it in stride