Wednesday, December 4, 2013

I have the most phenomenal husband on the planet.

In this post: An ode to Sam.

I have, without a doubt, the most phenomenal husband on the planet, and I don’t say this just because he’s 6'5", debt-free and deliriously entertaining. To prove the first part of my opening sentence I am proud to list Sam’s Wednesday morning accomplishments.

While I slept on the chaise in the family room — and with no help from anybody — he:
  • Dismantled our king-size bed.
  • Vacuumed the dust bunnies.
  • Dragged the old bed frame and box springs into the garage.
  • Assembled our new steel platform bed. 
  • Attached the dreaded bedskirt. (Sam detests bedskirts.)
  • Hoisted the mattress onto the platform. 
  • Made no noise whatsoever and did not wake me up.
Incidentally, the mattress weighs at least ninety million pounds all by itself so I don’t really know how he did any of this without breaking his back. And then he got dressed and went to the dentist to get his teeth cleaned! The minute he gets home I will commence smooching the top of his adorable head for a minimum of 15 minutes half an hour two weeks.


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