He's on to me.

So last night at dinner (pizza, I really needed a break) my husband says "Thanks for the pizza, sometimes I think I'd starve if you didn't feed me." My eyes got big and round as my face flushed. We both laughed, but I felt a little bit funny. You probably don't know that I have tried to keep my blog address to myself. Not sure why exactly. It's not as if I come on here and rant about him or anything. Yes I whine a lot about general things and sometimes he is somewhere in there. But it wasn't like I was afraid to have him read it. The thing is, my husband can write. I mean, it's hard to describe it. He has written so many things that have either made me laugh or made me cry. But the point is he is certainly more of a wordsmith than I could ever hope to be. While I feel that I am an above average conversationalist (and I'm cringing when I think of G reading this later as he might disagree), I can't write the way I think. Or the way I speak, or the way I wish I could write. I love to read and I have a better vocabulary than most people I know. But this is just a journal, and not a great literary piece. I have always been funny about doing anything that I don't think I'm really good at. And while I don't feel I am a good writer, I do enjoy the blogging, and the blog community when I have time.

So I guess this is kinda my thing. And I feel like, I guess I almost feel like he read my diary. Although if this were a true diary (with all my crazy thoughts, feelings, fantasies, and dreams poured out) I would have kept it entirely anonymous and I would have been sure to conceal it better. Anyway, sweetie, if you are reading this, I think you are great! But I don't know if I like having you on my blog...

We've been invited to a Halloween party. Who's got great costume ideas? In the past we have made our own. Any ideas?