Guest Blogging For SunButter and That Time I Was Stabbed With a Sword

Have I mentioned that I love SunButter? That delicious peanut butter substitute made from sunflower seeds that tastes and bakes just like peanut butter, but is made in a peanut-free factory and is safe for my own little nut-allergic peanut? The stuff I love so much that we have somehow gone through five pounds, FIVE POUNDS, in just two months? Oh, I have mentioned that before? 

Well, I still love them. I love them so much that I was the guest blogger on their blog yesterday! Please come check me out right here. What fun!

In other news, today is also my Marquis's birthday. As he advances a little deeper into his 40s, I'm tempted to yet again draw comparisons with fine wine, expensive cheese and Johnny Depp because of how well that boy is aging, but I will refrain and instead tell you the story of the time he stabbed me with a sword.

Yes, that's right, my sweet Marquis that I love so much, once stabbed me with a sword. 

One of the things I have always loved most about Marquis is how fun he is. That boy is funny and cracks me up daily. He is not afraid to be silly and just play. One day we were just hanging out at home, and for some reason we got out my rapier. Why do I own a rapier? I don't remember, but I do, and we were checking it out and talking about it and Marquis started swinging it around. Because all men are really still little boys at heart, right? This rapier is really, really dull, except for right at the very tip. He was waving it in my direction and I decided to bat it out of the way with my hand and go in for the attack. I didn't worry about hitting the sides of the blade because seriously, this thing couldn't cut butter it's so dull. Of course, right at the moment I went to execute my awesome fighting moves, he changed direction, stabbing the point of the rapier right into the side of my hand. It wasn't too deep and only bled for a little while, but I still have the scar now over a decade later. And I have an awesome blackmail story, because the boy still feels bad. 

Marquis, I love you, despite the stab wound. I love you because we have so many fun stories and so many fun adventures. I thought that I loved you the day I married you, and I was probably at least a little right, but that was just a drop in the bucket. I hope you have a wonderful birthday, and I will do my best to spoil you appropriately.