10 Reasons why I still love my Husband and won’t kill him. (Purposefully).

1.) He didn’t leave his towel bunched up and butt-damp half heartedly flung over the shower curtain’s rail. He put it on the towel rack, all folded neatly and smoothed out to dry properly.
2.) After the sixth time I tripped over his gargantuan shoes that cover his ogre feet and nearly brained myself on the edge of our entertainment rack, he sheepishly looked at me and drawled: “Guess I should do something about those, huh?”
3.) Standing over me while I was bent over in the tub putting what felt like 100 pounds of grass-mud (it was henna) in my hair and giggling at me like he was five again. I loved him even more when he began to make porno sounds and hip-bumped me, driving my ribs into the side of the unmoving bathtub and rattling my teeth.
4.) When he brought home the Darth Vader Stein I bought him for Christmas and I suggested he bring it to work with him and use it as some sort of container for candy, he grabbed it off his desk and cradled it to his bosom protectively. “No way, I’m not bringing this to work,” he hissed at me.  God, that made me so hot.
5.) Waking me up at six in the morning after I’ve been awake all night. Not on purpose, but because our idiot cat keeps pouncing at his ankles while he’s trying to put his underwear on after a shower and he can’t giggle and put a foot through the hole in his underwear while being bit by idiot cats at the same time…apparently.
6.) He spent several months before Christmas doing research on camera lenses trying to find me the best starter one in my fledgling hobby of digital photography.
7.) Singing, “Born to be wiiiii-iiii-iiild!” with me every time a stray breeze catches our cockatiel, Nugget’s, crest and still thinking it’s funny after the hundredth time I’ve done it.
8.) Saying, “You don’t snore too badly at all. I didn’t notice,” after I wake myself up in a puddle of drool smacking my dry lips together.
9.) Insisting flatly that I am still attractive even when my pajama top is backwards, hiked up over stomach, hair is static-charged and standing up on end with major bed head and I can’t quite open my right eye because it’s still crusty from sleep.
10.) Not killing me in my sleep.

I am a lucky, lucky woman, what more can I say?