Last night, I accidentally dropped one of my necklaces down the drain of the bathroom sink. And not just any necklace. The blue zircon, the one that Steve gave me as a "thanks for giving birth to our child, you gorgeous goddess" present when I was pregnant. By the time he got home from his run, I was in approximately the same mental state as when I was eight and accidentally dropped my stuffed dinosaur/BFF Rexa out the window of our moving car (my dad saved her). Steve had me get a bucket and then go to our hillbilly neighbors to borrow a pipe wrench while I tried not to sob.
Five minutes later, plink! Out came my necklace!
Let's review some of the things Steve did last night, shall we?
• Washed the dishes
• Snuggled on the coach with Jack and Roary and read them stories about tigers
• Went running
• Rescued my necklace from the drain.
I'd say that my husband is sexsayier than a firefighter. Played by George Clooney.
1 comment:
Aw. Go Jack's daddy. I mean Steve. You know, whatever those adults call him.
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