Tell the world what a wonderful husband I have!

he does all the grocery shopping

he does all the cooking (for the four of us, and is an EXCELLENT cook!)

he drives me to work and picks me up everyday

he packs my lunch everyday

he puts our daughter to bed every night (brushes teeth, changes into pajamas, reads books, lights out)

he has a fantastic sense of humor

he loves to entertain our friends and have house parties

he writes hilarious short stories

he is talented with the digital camera and makes interesting and entertaining digital videos

he gives me complete, unquestioning, trusting control of the household budget

he reminds me every day that he loves me and thinks I’m beautiful & sexy!

This one was about our recent vacation, which had some low points.

“Raymond Chandler said that there’s nothing as empty as an empty swimming pool. Tom Waits said that there’s nothing as lonely as a parking lot after the last car pulls away. In my more lucid moments, I’ve been known to say there’s nothing as lonely as a monkey on a pier. But I top them all when I say there’s nothing as lonely as a baggage claim conveyer belt when the last bag is pulled off and you’re standing there staring at it as it comes grinding to a halt and your luggage is nowhere to be found. It’s just you and a dozen other people looking at the machine blankly as if it were an indifferent chrome god. If there were a little altar that you could burn incense and claim tickets and rattle chicken bone rattles, you could at least feel like you’re accomplishing something. Instead, it’s just you and these strangers and the circular chrome god, and the “customer service representative” with an indecipherable accent thick enough to spread on toast. We beg her to intercede on our behalf, but her only reply is that the baggage unloaders can’t unload during bad weather, to which we reply that it stopped raining an hour ago. She decodes an even more indecipherable muttered squawk from her walkie talkie. The priestess has conferred with the luggage gods.”