Husband of The Year

On Monday night, we had some friends coming over to check out some of the things we've remodeled on our house (because they're thinking of doing the same). Since Chris gets home from work before I do, I asked him to tidy up a few things when he got home. Specifically I asked him to clean the bathrooms and take out the garbage. (I was thinking of the bathroom and kitchen garbage cans that were full.)

When I got home from work the dishes were done, the floors had been swept, the toilets were sparkling clean, and the big black garbage can was out by the curb -- as the lone garbage can on the street.

Chris said to me, "Tell me again why I was supposed to take the garbage out today, even though our garbage day is Wednesday?..."



My husband, knowing full-well that garbage day is Wednesday, took the garbage can out on Monday -- simply because his crazy pregnant wife told him to.

I'm pretty sure that deserves some sort of an award for husband of the year.