Hubs came downstairs in his robe at 8:05 this morning and swore as we heard the garbage truck trundle past the house.
Him: "Oh Fack. I forgot to take the garbage out."
Me (with a world-weary sigh): "Don't worry. I did it."
Him: "I don't care what they say about you. You're alright." And he kissed my head.
Who needs roses when you've got devotion like that?