Sometimes I turn to TH (The Husband) and ask, What should I blog about tomorrow? His quick response is always, ME. Although I could probably write a book dedicated to his quirks and weird habits, my husband is not really why people pay me a visit.

Yesterday when I was driving home, I thought, I’ve never had a guest on my blog. What if I ask TH?

And here’s what he had to say…

On my birthday.

My one request, keep the cheese to a minimum.

Hello.  I’m The Husband, or as referred to recently –  Evan – in The Wife‘s recent post about our Vacay.

Those of you that are avid followers of designstILes (one word, no spaces, capital I and capital L) are completely smitten by Irene’s stILe. . .which makes it rather paradoxical that she’d marry somebody who was at one time proud to look like this:

https://image.wink.com/_i/7080c470_cHM6KzAwMDAwMDQ0NzQ2YTA2MWY_96c96_ffffff00.jpg

Yep. That was me, and in fact would STILL be me if The Wife hadn’t rescued me from my button-up polo & khaki-wearing, ear- and eyebrow-piercing, long Jewfro-having ways.

I still have a long way to go to be https://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/roadwarrior24/default/jared-leto-steve-prefontaine-prefontaine--large-msg-120789905473.jpg or even https://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l87d12R62C1qzmkqvo1_500.png, but I guess by this point my stILe is what it is, and The Wife loves me anyway.  Lucky me.

Seriously lucky, in fact. I mean have you SEEN The Wife?

Way out of my league: https://a1.twimg.com/profile_images/1169898912/36143_10150297988055384_684310383_15327454_1130241_n_bigger.jpg, and I’m not just saying that because it’s her Birthday.

Which reminds me,  aqui esta un globo para ti, mi esposa: https://www.restaurantelanzarote.com/webeng/images/stories/imagenes/restaurante/globo_cumpleanos_m_2.jpg (she really, really likes balloons. Or she used to, until I tied one to our precious Jesus Dog as a birthday surprise last year. Bad idea. Our poor, poor puppy subsequently reacted as if an alien was chasing him, completely freaking out to the point that we had to destroy the balloon, and even then he was only okay with us about 24 hours after the incident).

So the point of all of this madness? It must be love.

https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/cd/Madness_-_It_Must_Be_Love.jpg

(thanks google images!).

I’m guest posting, if you haven’t assumed by now (I hope I haven’t lost too many of you). I believe I am the first guest poster on designstILes, which is exciting. . .and nerve-racking. I know how diligent The Wife is about this blog, which has blossomed into a business, and thusly transformed both of our lives.

She is now the consummate professional designer; balancing projects, doling out (sometimes free) advice, carrying a tape measure everywhere, leaving drafting tools all over the tables & desks, and my favorite. . .making our home completely stylish, whimsical, unique, beautiful and most importantly, FUN.  I mean, honestly, who else has a pink (I know, it’s NOT pink. . .ahem) laundry room, a blue living room and a red bathroom. . .all with a turquoise door? Combine that watching the cutest little doggies ever grow up. . .

. . .and that’s the point of this whole thing, isn’t it?  We are extremely fortunate to have each other, and more importantly – I am extremely fortunate to be with The Wife. Because when I’m with you, Irene, I have fun.

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Happy Birthday, designstILes, I love you.