Dishes...

This morning B-man says "What do you want me to do?" I wasn't sure what he meant, but I asked him if he would PLEASE dispose of the copious amount of chocolate cake in out fridge, using whatever method he deemed appropriate. He did not eat it. But, he did proceed to take out the trash, dispose of the cake, wash the dishes, dry them, and put them away.

Then he says, "What do you want me to do?" And I said... "I think my new chair is kind of lopsided... could you take a look at it?" And he did. He took it apart, then put it back together.

Then I got in the shower. When I came out of the bathroom I saw this:

Wait, what's happening?!?!?

Some people may look at this and go "I would love it if my husband cleaned more. Well let me tell you, it's not all hunky doory. Things start to disappear, or you may end up with desk that look like this. I went into the bedroom for one second, and my clothes in the bathroom just disappeared!

I am kind of teasing though. It is frustrating when he just kind of... "put's things away," but at the end of the day, or... at 3:30 in the afternoon, I am so thankful for all of the things my sweet husband does for me. To be honest... I don't really want to wash dishes or do laundry, or vacuum - who does?! But, B-man takes good care of me, and I'm probably among the luckiest girls in the world. Want to know a secret?

Since we've been married, I can count the number of times I've done dishes on one hand. If my hand only had 2 fingers... it would still work. I hate dishes.

He loves me.