I Hate Cows...

My husband is a good man.

And while there are many reasons I might say this, the reason today is this:

I woke up this morning and immediately had to go down and clean the kitchen. Why? New granite meant everything on the counters and in some drawers had to be moved into my dining room, heaped into a unholy mess upon my dining room table, spilling down onto the floor. A nightmare, pure and simple.

And I couldn't move it back until this morning, as the counters had to "set" (whatever the hell that means).

So, I went to bed knowing that before I even went to the bathroom the kitchen would need to be cleaned, and did it. It looks MUCH better now.

When I went upstairs, the husband was sitting on the bed watching sports (SHOCKED I am, SHOCKED), with the baby.

So I irritatedly asked him to fix my lunch while I took a shower, because I was running LATE you know, since I had to clean the kitchen.

The lunch is what makes him a good man.

He gave me a brief description before I left, but I wasn't paying much attention (pre-caffeine zombie-itis).

But now I am eating lunch, and it is making me happy. Why? Because he made me tuna salad, which I like, but he made it MY way, with more mustard than mayonnaise, and a dash or two of hot sauce. And he gave me pita, rather than bread (pita is WAY better). And pickles, but not kosher pickles, no- bread & butter pickles. My FAVORITE pickles. And, (get this), he made sure each part, the tuna salad, the pita and the pickles were each in its own individual container, so nothing would get mushy and disgusting.

I also got fruit salad, yogurt and a container of milk for my coffee.

He is truly a good man. Guess I'll keep him.

posted by Kelly at 7/10/2008 10:55:00 AM