Anyway, hubby has been wanting to go out for this race thing tonight and I decided that, though it sounded like fun, I just couldn't do it today. So I told him to go. He spent most of the day asking if I was sure I'd be okay. I'll be fine - I have food, I have Oreo, I have a phone and TV and computer and friends. The sweetness is wonderful though. While I love and adore him for the physical support he gives me, I think it's the emotional support I cherish the most. Who else could I laugh through medical appointments with and trade horrifically offensive insults with?!?! He's wonderful. And super hot too. Everyone should be so lucky!
The Bestest Husband EVAR!!!
So, I woke up feeling pretty manky today, even after 12 hours of sleep. I got up, then went back to bed for a bit, then got back up. While I was making my dazed, Elvis-dancing perambulations, my husband decided to do some cleaning. And then a lot of cleaning. And the suddenly the kitchen was beautiful, the living room noticeably less cluttered, and everything smelled better (except Oreo, who sort of needs a bath), even the mice, given that they were doused yesterday with ammonia and peppermint oil and today with febreeze and vinegar.