During a dinner with my husband and friends, someone referred to another person’s wife as the classic trophy wife. I looked at my husband and said, I’m more of a “thanks for participating” wife, you know the yellow ribbon. He looked at me and said, “No, you’re selling yourself short.” So I decided to go with the upgraded “Blue Ribbon” wife, 1st place but not shiny.
Some key players in the blog: My husband (aka Trophy Husband, because he IS shiny); 1.0 (my daughter and eldest child); 2.0 (my son and 2nd born); 3.0 (the baby girl).
I’m a 36 year old woman (who thinks of herself as a 20 year old girl – I choose 20 because in my head I still feel risqué drinking alcohol – and that may have something to do with the fact that I still get nervous when I get carded) who lives in Seattle (actually, I live in what’s called Eastside because I’m a suburban pansy) with my husband, 3 kids and the cutest Westie with defective hair (who pukes more often than appropriate). I’m a Gemini…and that’s only relevant because it’s not at all and nothing I say is truly “relevant” except to myself.