So the Husband and I were going to have a quite day downtown and then home. Just the two of us eating German pastry and hot dogs. Very romantic. Instead we got invited to go out with two other couples. To the coolest place EVER. Rothenburg ob der Tauber. So much fun! It's way touristy, I'm not going to lie...but they have these things. Schneeballen. Holy wow. They are ridiculously yummy. Although I wouldn't recommend eating two of the full size one's in Oh I dunno...an hour. Especially well pregnant. Now I'm chuggin gingerale like a drug. Stupid hormones. Well let me tell you if you ever want to eat delicious pastry in a midevil German town take yourselves on over to Rothenburg. Well worth the time and entertainment. Pictures to come tomorrow...once the gingerale takes hold.
A military wife is mostly girl. But there are times, such as when her husband is away and she is mowing the lawn or fixing a youngster's bike, that she begins to suspect she is also boy. She usually comes in three sizes: petite, plump and pregnant. During the early years of her marriage it is often hard to determine which size is her normal one. She has babies all over the world and measures time in terms of places as other women do in years.
I'm a 23 year old wife and mom trying to find a place in the world. I'm my husband's mistress since he's married to the army. I love to read, cook, and eat, not necessarily in that order. I live, I laugh, I cry, and sometimes I even get it right.