Let me count the million trajillion ways. But first I'll tell you about just one of them. He's home on his first day off in over a month, weekends included, and he just im'd me to see if I need anything from the fridge because he's planning to clean it out. Fucking all-star, I tell you!
I'm at work and sick, sick, sick as a dog which sucks. Somehow having a cold in the winter is ok. You eat soup, drink tea, cuddle up on the sofa.... In the summer it's the pits. I'm physically fighting the urge to Costanza-it under my desk for a few minutes. Wah wah wah me.
It's CD 3, so urban legend baby didn't make an appearance this time around. May have had something to do with W working until 2 am most nights. (And when he managed to get home somewhat early he was working away with his laptop on his...wait for it....LAP! I couldn't really tell him to stop because he was working on a crazy deadline, but from now on I will be vigilant. (But not mean or anything. I mean he IS cleaning out the fridge!)
Happy Happy to all the BFP's out there. I'm hope this roll continues all summer long!