I'm writing about my backup husband. Patrick and I have had this conversation numerous times - who would we marry in case things don't work out between us? For anyone who thinks we're not taking our marriage seriously, I say this: Boo...you're no fun! Get a sense of humor.
We've even gone as far as breaking it down into the following categories: Backup boyfriend/girlfriend, backup husband/wife, and backup the-person-I'd-have-a-one-night-stand-with-if-I-ever-did-that-sort-of-thing. Seriously, our dinner conversations are awesome.
I know who his backups are and he knows mine, and we often tease each other about our choices. His pretty much stay the same, while mine tend to fluctuate a bit more. I'm just moody like that.
So my new backup husband (although he really fits into all of the above categories) is William Elliott Whitmore. He's a blues/folk musician and has the most amazing voice. I discovered him about two years ago and I just fell in love with his music, his voice, his lyrics. He's an amazing writer...a genius writer, and I just love that.
Then I saw his picture, and yowza...I fell in love. I want to live on his farm with him and have his babies. Is that so wrong? I don't care if he doesn't have electricity or indoor plumbing:
Would you really care about peeing in an outhouse? I think not. And the best part? He lives in Iowa! Boo-yah!