He eats the leftovers I don't want to eat. And he likes them.
But then he laughs at me when I make the "aaahhhhh!" distress noise. He thinks it is cute. It is true I usually make said shrieking noise when I drop food on the floor, but that is beside the point.
The point is, I have a good husband. Yay for me.
He even has moderate reactions to theft. Like yesterday when he was munching on something and I say, "hey come over here. What are you eating?" Then he shows me his three cashews. And I take them all.
He is turning 30 in June. I will still be 27. We will both be multiples of 3. At least for a little while. He rocks.
And yes I know I changed tense halfway through this post. So what.