I married a comic book artist. Trust me when I say that this lifestyle (and it is a lifestyle) has it's disadvantages. I hardly see my husband except when he emerges from his studio to eat or wash his brushes. I know way (way) more about superheros that I ever wanted to. I live in a house littered with action figures. And (here's where you really feel sorry for me) my honeymoon was spent at the San Diego Comic-Con.
But living with Chris has it's upside as well. I get homemade cards for my birthday and holidays. I get to brag about his amazing talent. There's always someone home for a repair guy to come. And I get notes in my lunch everyday. Here are my lunch notes.
For those of you wondering, Brady is my teddy bear. Bebe is my stuffed triceratops. They both wear socks.