I woke up feeling particularly domestic one day and cleaned, cooked, and laundered everything I could get my long, skinny fingers on. Jake, or as I like to call him- Javier, came home and saw what I was up to (I think he somehow knows that when I really go into a frenzy it's to relieve some stress) so he disappeared for a little while and came back with all of my current favorite things:
-sugar-free jello (I like the taste of cancer)
-carmel flavored Quaker chips... they're laced with cocaine.
-wild sunflowers... oh so pretty
-yummy juice
-mini fruit roll-ups (they are like tiny candy blankets)
-blueberries. I love nothing more than blueberries. And he knows it.
What a nice guy huh? I think once I brought him a half eaten candy bar.... but hey! I ironed all his shirts.
One week later we were walking out to our Zoobaru and, as always he got my door for me. Now, I never want to be that wife that never thanks her hubs for the nice things he does because he's always done it, so when he got in I told him thanks for STILL opening my door for me, because I sorta figured once we were married he'd stop doing that sort of thing. He looked at me all confused and said
"Well that's dishonest".I wasn't really sure he'd heard me right, so I asked what was dishonest.
"Well if I stopped doing that, what else would I 'stop' doing."My Javier explained to me that it isn't his plan to get lazy but to get better, and that he will always try to be an even better husband than he was the year before. What husband says that and you know that he's not just blowing smoke? Mine. Mine does. I love that boy.
On current note, like as of 50 seconds ago, Javier came in and I told him not to read what I was writing. He asked if I was writing about him, I said yes and he said:
"You should say... something about how nice my abs are, and how funny I am, and that I'm tall, and I'm going to be very Sex-cessful one day".
He said I'm hearing what I want to hear but the boy said "sex-cessful", and yes. His abs are very nice, and all 6'6 of him is funny (heh heh heh)
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