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Surprise Guest Blogger

Today's guest blogger is my husband. It's a surprise because he has no idea! 

This blogging thing has some surprising benefits. Like it makes me giggle to think of him reading this right now. And all his colleagues. And his employees. They read my blog, too.
An email he sent me:

How are you doing?  You sure write a lot about being old recently.  Let me tell you a few things:

1. You're beautiful, and not just because you look good.  Which you do by the way.

2. I love you and your age has no bearing on that.

3. This age thing is so telestial.  50 years from now we'll laugh at the fact we even thought about it and we'll be together in our little home in the sky hoping our kids aren't worrying too much about it.  I wonder if you can blog in heaven?
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  1. Kristina P.May 3, 2010 at 8:04 AM

    Your husband is the best blogger ever.

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  2. LisaMay 3, 2010 at 10:58 AM

    aww cute. He loves you.

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  3. wendyMay 3, 2010 at 11:17 AM

    He is awesome--tell him I said hi!

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  4. HilloriMay 3, 2010 at 12:03 PM

    count your blessings....
    1) husband who loves you dearly
    2) countless other blessings...

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  5. CJ SimeMay 3, 2010 at 6:36 PM

    Awwww!

    (hee hee sometimes I am so near sighted. i feel like I like you. i feel like I know you. But as I read this I though, "She has a husband?" I mean I knew you had one and all but I guess it didn't register with me. I am an idiot. Please excuse me.)

    :o)

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  6. Makayla JensenMay 3, 2010 at 7:58 PM

    That is so sweeeet! Brownie points for the hubby!
    Yolanda

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  7. CountessLaurieMay 5, 2010 at 8:10 AM

    Well done, Mr. Musing Mom!!

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  8. AmyMay 10, 2010 at 5:25 AM

    That is so sweet!

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