OK, OK, so everyone thinks their husband is great. I mean that's why we married them.
If you will indulge me for a minute I'd like to tell you three wonderful things my husband has done this week...
1. On Monday he cooked dinner. This is no big deal. He cooks dinner pretty much every night. But on Monday he made a frozen pasta carbonara thing and picked all the peas out of mine before I got home from work. I really can't believe that someone loves me enough to pick the peas out of my dinner. He missed three peas, but I forgave him.
2. On Tuesday he brought home a bunch of ergonomic computer stuff, because I have been experiencing some seriously annoying carpal tunnel symptoms lately. (In fact, he is yelling at me to get off the laptop right now.)
3. This weekend we got a letter from the old RE's office. Apparently hubby has some frozen sperm at the lab and we have to decide what to do with it. I gave the letter to hubby and told him to check the "destroy" box and send it back. Hubby's response was, "Is there a box to check if I want it thawed and thrown in the doctor's face?" Happiness is a marriage where you have the same sick sense of humor.