$#*! My Husband Says

So tonight I had planned a big ol’ “how to install a drop down attic staircase post” but you know what?  I really don’t want to write it.  Nope.  Too boring for me to tackle tonight.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll whip out my jazz hands to type out the attic staircase post.  That always helps in the post writing department since it…wait for it…jazzes things up!  Har har har!  So in lieu of a drop down staircase post, how about another Colby quote in the $#*! My Husband Series.

It’s been awhile since we’ve posted a Colby quote.  I think it’s been since December!  Way too long!  While most of his quotes are a little more on ridiculous side (like the panties growing on trees one), tonight reveals the softer side cheesier side of Colby.  Oh…he can whip out some serious cheese.  We’re talking master of the cheese.  Some might call him the “cheese whiz” (this is why I can’t write about attic stairs right now…too much corniness going on in my head…must release the corniness).  Anyway, without further ado, this evening’s $#*! My Husband Says Quote.

See, I told you he was cheesy.  Random cheesy note…we used to play on a summer softball team together and one of our teammates, Emily, used to always catch Colby saying cheesy things to me.  Epicly cheesy things.  So we used to call her the cheese police.  This quote was definitely cheese police worthy.  Awesome story, huh?!  I think I need to go find twenty bucks somewhere in the middle of it to make it a little more exciting.  Okay, maybe I need to find one hundred bucks instead.  Oh well.