An Open Letter to My Husband

Dear Bryan,

Earlier this morning, I received an email containing a humorous photo (Exhibit A). I forwarded Exhibit A to many, many people, because… well, we have been getting a shitload of snow here in Colorado lately and.. um, especially because I will be snorkeling myself in just 3 short days. It was ironic! Maybe I should send this post to Alanis Morisette for the next time she re-records all her songs!

Exhibit A:

However, within 15 minutes of hitting “send,” I received no less than 25 replies asking me if this was you in the photograph.

I needed to set the record straight, my darling husband. Of course this is not you.

First of all, your ass is MUCH cuter than this. Secondly, we all know you’d rather swim butterfly over the freestyle stroke any day. AND seeing as you are the one who always reminds me to actually put on my coat and gloves when I leave the house, the chances of you flailing around nekked in a snowbank are pretty much nil.

I just needed to set the record straight.

Because… yes, in general, you would actually do something this stupid hilarious.

It’s a good thing this dude beat you to the punch. The less freezing gonads, the better… and that’s my final word on the subject.

Love,
Aimee