Fluffy sillies for our newlyweds.

I love your reviews. I am learning how to reply to them.

I have tons of these written- and some other fics too. I just need to edit.

I honestly feel like I wrote for no one sometimes. That's not true - but it's awkward and scary to write and publish.

Sometimes when I publish it screws up. Once it did the same chapter three times. Tech mystifies me on occasion.

I am 50, Canadian and on Twitter and fb.

Obviously I adore the family side of Msec but I have an adventure/ angst one planned. Also a girls night for Nadine Ellen Isabelle, Daisy and Bess.

I like to do this. I am a tutor and the students wear me out - and writing is fun!

I love short fics as I write on the app and I never have to leave you hanging for weeks.

Xox Brenda

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Dear Journal

I stepped in it today because I was honest.

Elizabeth has always said she wants honesty. We have been married for 6 weeks. She lied to me.

She went out and got her hair cut above her shoulders and she went red. I am sorry but it does not look good. I was packing to go off to Bootcamp and the workout from ROTC was brutal plus I had zero sleep the last three days because I have a cold. None of that matters today though.

She's the one who asked me what I thought and I did that stupid man thing where I told her I wasn't crazy about it. I did not have my filter on- and I spoke before thinking.

I tried to walk it back and told her she usually looks gorgeous however that did not help. Now she's stormed off to take a bath and I found my pillow in the hall. It has a footprint on it. She's going to put Nair in my shampoo.

I don't need to fly over Baghdad.

I won't live past 9 pm.

To whomever finds this journal my name is Henry Patrick McCord and I am 26 years old and there will be no body parts to find because my wife knows people.

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It's 10 pm. She ordered a pizza and took the whole thing into the bathroom where she is blasting AC/DC and eating ice cream. She's on the phone. I knocked on the door. She ignored me.

We have one bathroom in this apartment and it's snowing out. I drank a gallon of ginger ale and I need to pee. I am terrified to pee in the sink.

I had to go to the superintendents place and he is 47 and reminds me of Schneider from the old tv show One Day at a Time.

He wasn't buying that there was a problem with the plumbing.

I spilled my guts over a bud light and a bowl of crusty Kraft dinner with the hot dogs cut up in it.

Slonkzak ( that's his real name) laughed at me and said I could bunk with him.

I would rather take my chances with her. Let her gut me before my throat gets any more sore. Slonkzak said his door is open and that's oddly comforting since he said it twice.

It was quiet when I got back. Lights off and pizza box in the blue bin. I can hear her trying to sleep but she's sobbing a little bit and my heart breaks. My dad told me to never tell a woman they look terrible unless they are about to be told this by someone else - in which case she will still hate you - but a little less because you spared her public humiliation.

I say simply " I love you. I said a dumb stupid thing. I was rude and thoughtless, and I don't deserve your love and if you want to kill me I ". This is when I started coughing up a lung, and tripped over her shoes.

She popped up and was at my side in a heartbeat. I found myself sitting on the side of the bed while she rubbed my back.

Her eyes were bright with concern. She started the shower and undressed me. Sat on the toilet and told me to use lots of the eucalyptus body wash. She peeked in to check I was OK at least twice.

She dried me off with her favourite fluffy blue towel, handed me track pants, my Peter Frampton T-shirt (we had to match) and some wool socks. Shoved me into bed and gave me her pillow. She grabbed mine from the hallway and changed the pillow case. I had a thermometer in my mouth and her eyebrows were pinched. She's worried about me. My heart skipped a beat. I failed the test because she told me to stay still - she was off to make soup.

Do not make a comment about her cooking. She is going to heat up a can of Campbell's. Sure enough she is back in 5 minutes with neo citron, 2 Tylenol and the soup. I eat while she rubs my leg.

I woke up as the sun peeked through the curtains and I see that she's fallen asleep in the chair on my side of the bed. The laundry is completely folded and she's curled up in its place.

I feel a lot better, and I realize that this was her loving me despite hating my guts and I know we are going to last forever. I know we have bumps ahead and I am headed to the Middle East very soon.

But I know I will be home and we will have a couple of kids and someday we will be old and grey together.

And we'll never find this particular moment funny but the adventure will have been worth it. Her hair is actually brighter on the daylight but I will be damned if I ever say anything about it again.

She wakes up and examines me. I pass this test and she stretches and goes into the bathroom. I hear tears and I call her to me.

She sits beside me, and I feel that all the fight has left her. "You were right. I look ridiculous."

I shake my head. "You are beautiful. Your hair looks ridiculous because that colour is not you." She nods. The story comes out. It was a dare from Helen at work. Isabelle wasn't crazy about it either, and Elizabeth knew she was setting me up to fail.

She hates it too. I told her Dawn dishwashing liquid is supposed to help fade hair. She laughs because that's her plan for the morning.

I snooze while she washes her hair three times and by lunch time she looks more like a strawberry blonde and less than Ronald McDonald. She puts it in a ponytail and we make pancakes together.

I make pancakes and she watches.

She wonders how long it will be until we can do this again and I tell her my revelation.

She smiles. Makes me promise again to come back. Tells me to tell the enemy that she will be forced to cook for herself and that's a crime against humanity.

I agree, and sprinkle flour in her hair.

Peter Frampton is the victim of the day as she pours syrup on me.

We are definitely going to need a shower and clean sheets after lunch.

Needless to say she caught my cold.

H