Dolls and Dancing

I just ordered a Hug-A-Hero doll for Alyssa. The people who came up with this idea are brilliant. Not exactly cheap, but I figured it's well worth the investment. So, I took a few pics of Bruce in his ACU's and picked out my favorite. This picture will be put on the front of a 17" pillow. It's a doll, it's a pillow. Basically, it's a pillow in the outline of his body with his photo on the front. The back of the pillow will have the Army digital camo. I splurged and got the voice recorder, too. Now, she'll be able to hear "I love you sweetie" anytime she wants. Damn near makes me cry. I'll probably sneak in her room after she's asleep and 'borrow it' til the morning. I have no shame.

OK, something to laugh about: I got busted dancing like a fool today. Bruce had called and said he'd be late, so Alyssa and I were killing time listening to Louis Prima and cavorting around downstairs. I was singing at the top of my lungs and doin' my goofy dance moves that only a toddler can appreciate, when Bruce walked in through the kitchen. Early. I never even heard him. It wasn't til I saw him that I just about dropped Alyssa and stopped dancing. I forgot that I'd asked him to take my Jeep and fill the tank, so he parked in the garage instead of coming in the front door.

"I'm just a gigalo, everywhere I go, people know the part I'm playin'"... well, my time of playin' the cool and sexy wife just ended. I hope he'll be able to get the memory from this afternoon out of his head. Hopefully, I'll restore my image as 'sexy wife' tomorrow night on our date night. LOL... I'll play hard to get. HAHAHAHAHA!