In case you were wondering about the level of wonderfulness my husband is, let me just tell you this: it's at least level 50.
He made me a grilled cheese sandwhich (yes, spellchecker, I know it's sandwich, I've made that mistake too many times to not know that), complete with tomato soup, and it's 8 p.m. and he even cut it into triangles when I asked him to.
And tonight I said "let's watch Arrested Development" and he said okay, only it was actually more like this:
"A or B?"
what, just choose between a or b?
what was a?
So that's one more reason I love him.
On an unrelated note, I am so uninspired by the design (lack thereof) of this blog, that I'm considering seeking out someone else to redesign it for me. If you are a person who feels as though that sentence would apply to them, I beg you to offer me your services, only not in a creepy way like I just made it sound.
eat your food!