Angela

is a flight attendant that finds my attractive husband attractive. So much so that she stopped in-flight at his seat, asked where he was from, and told him she was from Lehi. She found him so attractive, in fact, that she slipped him a napkin with her number on it as he left the plane with a message:

"I don't normally do this, but I hope you call me." {heart}, Angela

And my husband, who doesn't wear his wedding ring, put the napkin in his pocket. Nope, I didn't say he put it in the trash or burned it or flushed it down the toilet, I said he put it in his pocket.

When I asked what she looked like, he says, "I don't know."

Mmmmmmm-hmmmmm. Maybe rethink that answer. Feel free to lie.

So, maybe I've had a couple of dreams since where I mop the floor with this chick from Lehi.

And maybe every now & then Clay will smile at my insane jealousy & paranoia and say, "I bet Angela made dinner tonight..." or "I bet Angela doesn't nag..." or "Maybe Angela would like to go backpacking with me..."

Don't think those kind of sentences calm a girl down.

I was going over Halloween costume options with my hair stylist. She started giggling out of control and suggested I be Angela, because of COURSE she's heard the story and has offered to tag team a full out attack on the innocent female flight attendant from Lehi. LEHI, PEOPLE!!!! Not Ohio, not South Carolina, not New Mexico. Lehi. IT'S ON HIS WAY TO WORK!!!

So, of course, then I start giggling out of control. And I went about finding an "Angela" outfit worthy of the skank herself. (Don't hit on my husband or I might call you a skank too.) I found some navy blue skirt suit and tried it on one day only to find that I look ridiculous in those things without certain components.

You know what I mean.

So I did what was necessary. And the costume greatly improved.

Then, as I often do, I got distracted by who knows what and quickly changed back into my clothes for the day. Ran errands, went to the kid's school, & decorated my front porch for Halloween. Then I went inside and put my apron on to make dinner and the thing didn't fit right and I couldn't figure out why.

But I did.

Turns out I'd been running around supersized, for me, all day. Ridiculous. Haven't done that since 7th grade. Yep yep, secret's out.

Maybe Angela has some of those too....

And yes, he laughed at the costume idea. And today he's wearing his wedding ring. I love him. And I will fight anyone to the death that tries to take him away from me.