My husband has a stash

What else is there to say, really?  I understand the whole baseball superstition thing.  We've been through the shaving your head era, growing your hair out and vowing to never cut it era. I've even dealt with a little extra facial hair but never was I ever prepared for a mustache.  You spend one season living apart and you lose all control of your husband.  Seriously, this team and their craziness is at an all time high.  The clubhouse banter I've heard stories about does not touch a full grown, going out in public, stash.  Yet, he''s doing it.  Half the team is.  He's got a nickname even the fans are chanting on and on about.  Yes, I've officially lost control. The numbers are supporting it, though.  He hit 3 in two days, one of which was a walk off.  Then, Sunday, hit 3 homers in one game. As a wife you try and stop the urge to root against his production just enough to make the stash lose it's streak. Evidently it's a slumpbuster.  Who knew a stash had this much power?  I sure didn't. What I do know is that he is one tommy bahama shirt away from being a Don Johnson or Tom Selleck look-a-like.  Let me tell you, that is hard to look at day in and day out. I'm deciding now on my next trip out and pondering pushing it back a little just to give the stash time to run it's course.  The mess he puts me through.  But I love him.  I do.  More than life.  It's a cliche, but he is truly my best friend.  (Although if he keeps the stash much longer Deb and Mauri are gonna sneak right past him on the list).  We had a great time together this weekend. Lots of laughing and not all of it was about his stash.  Here's to finding other routes if we are in need of a slumpbuster again.  

Me, Boo & Reesie all took off today for Kiawah Island, SC.  We'll be there all week, but I've prepared blogs to keep you entertained.  Luckily I had pics from the weekend.  You didn't think I'd leave without keeping the blog going, right?  No, I need to keep the people around me happy.  I don't want anyone else I know to hop on the ole stash bandwagon.