Oh yea...

Yesterday, while driving over to STL to babysit Searcy, Hubs spent the entire car ride telling me how he was going to disfigure me so that Searcy would be scared of me and spend a majority of the night with him and not me.

And, on my birthday, he told me an outfit I was wearing made me look like a used car salesman.

See, everyone thinks he's this great guy that sends me flowers all of the time and thinks of nice ways of surprising me (like, getting dinner reservations for The Mansion), but thats all a show. He's really just your typical "you-look-like-a-used-car-salesman" man.