It’s not easy being a blogger’s husband. I mean, almost anything we do ends up in the blog. Almost anything funny he says [or that I think is funny] ends up in the blog or on plurk. Even worse, I’m a fashion blogger, so I usually do a lotttt of shopping before he’s even able to get online. Well, not lately because of the fashion funk I’m in, but usually. So tonight I dragged him to Aura because Tyr has a new skin out for a pre-sale [the full line isn’t out yet]. We took it home and I put it on and played with my shape and my hairbase and checked to make sure we could stand looking at my boobs [What?] and then I decided I did like it. He asked me how much it was. I told him and then I hear the money sound.
“Aww, thanks honey!”
“I so rarely get to do it!”
Then we sat while he insisted I had something dark on my arm, I insisted I did not, and then after he relogged, I actually looked at my arm and realized I had a prim on it.
Yeah…well… That happens.