In which I bore you w/ my monogram....AGAIN...

So I'm obsessed w/ a lot of things in life:

the correct spelling of my name.

the color purple.

cell phone cases.

purses.

I could go on, but why make myself look crazier than I already do?

My latest obsession is w/ my monogram.  I showed you guys the ring I got from Etsy a few weeks back.  I also have a lot of 'M's' in our house as decorations...but guess what I've done NOW?  

NOW I have my monogram on the back of my car.  YES I DO.

B-rad gets mad at me because I don't profess my undying love for him ever on social media or in real life.  I mean, COME ON, B-rad - what says undying love more than having HIS initial on my finger AND my car?  I rest my case...

I ordered the sticker through Etsy (have I told ya'll how much I love Etsy?).  I knew that I would never be patient enough to put it on so I asked B-rad if he could put it on for me when he had time.  I got lucky the day of Brady's graduation because after graduation & going to dinner after it was too late for him to do any farming related activity when we got home.    

(YES that was over 2 weeks ago & I'm just now blogging about it.  SHUSH.)

B-rad got the window all prepped.

I was in charge of making sure the sticker didn't run away.... (No really - I was in charge of nothing... which is smart on B-rad's part...)

B-rad is a pro at putting stickers on my car.  Don't forget I have the PURPLE hibiscus on the other side. My other vehicles have also had a purple hibiscus so this isn't his first rodeo w/ me.

He got it placed on the window & that's when things headed south...

It was bubbled which led to much cussing & huffing & puffing.

 I have learned it's best for me just to keep my mouth shut at times like this.  You know - let him vent & work out his anger.  If I pipe up then he remembers I am the reason he's pissed & that's never good...

He got it smoothed out the best he could.  

It works out well that I'm not a perfectionist.

And there you have it - a profession of love for my monogram...