It's tough being a 'Trophy Wife'!

Today I’m feeling fabulous (….just so you know….)……For one – it’s freakin’ FRIDAY, people! (….HOLLER….) I flippin’ LOVE Fridays! (….my favorite day of the week, by the way….)

I stayed up a little too late last night….hellloooo…..softball just isn’t softball without a cold beer in your hand. (……….and NO – NOT ME …… I certainly DON’T PLAY the game……I WATCH HairyMan hit the ball and run around the bases on Thursday nights…….…)  You didn’t actually think ‘I’ went out and played the game, did you?    I’m not Softball material……hellllooooooooo….…what with me being lazy and fat and out of shape and all……(…..the only way I’d be able to run the bases and not pass out - is if I had on an oxygen tank strapped to my back……..)  

Besides.....the softball pants make my butt look big and I wouldn't want to break a nail!

I go to the softball games every week to watch HairyMan …(……and to scope out the hot ‘buff’ men in their tight little softball pants…) HairyMan thinks I go to watch HIM…so what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him, OKAY?  

I find my area, set up my lawn chair – phone in one hand….cooler within arms reach…..sporting sunglasses…(…I prefer the mirrored lenses…so the men don’t know I’m looking at their asses when they walk by…) ….my long blonde tresses blowing in the wind……yes, I’m looking quite fabulous….. in my short-shorts, my long tan smooth shaven legs and my ‘Detroit Tiger Jersey’ that extenuates the twins just so …..

…..well…….that’s enough about ME and how awesome I am……

………….. can I help it that HairyMan expects me to go with him every week due to the fact that I’m his ‘Trophy Wife’ and all……(….I’m just sayin’…….)
(Photo courtesy of the internet)