A Birthday Poem for Hubs a.k.a. Suck It, Hallmark!

I tried to find the perfect card

To celebrate you, Honey.

But this blog post will have to do 'cause

Cards cost too much money.

Your (cough) cheap-ass (cough) frugal wife

Would rather die than pay

Six big ones for some mass-produced,

One-poem-fits-all cliché.

So I'm like, "Who needs Hallmark?"

I've been known to drop a rhyme.

And since I'm gainfully unemployed,

I certainly have the time

To tell you just how blessed I am

to have you in my life.

Thanks for puttin' a ring on it

And making me your wife.

As housewives go, I'm not the most

Domestically inclined.

But when the laundry's piling up

You never seem to mind.

You snake out slimy clumps of hair

Each time the shower clogs.
And that's a lot of snaking since

I shed more than the dogs.

You rescued me from snow and now

We're close to Mickey's house,

Which means I get more visits with

My favorite cartoon mouse.

You're always so supportive of

My "projects," and my schemes.

Your faith in me inspires me

To go after my dreams.

Truth is I'm no day at the beach.

Let's face it: I'm a pain.

My snarky, stubborn streak would drive

A lesser man insane.

You take the time to know our kids

When some dads barely bother.

Our babies are so fortunate

To have you as their father.

I never thought I'd find a guy

As awesome as my dad

Then I met you and, I must say,

I didn't do half bad.

Well, that's your birthday poem, Hubs.

I'm sorry if it sucks.

I know it's not a Hallmark, but

I did save six whole bucks!



Helping Daughter
reach new heights

Guiding Son through
life's little storms

 











He does claim them
most of the time.

Sorry, ladies. He's all mine.