My ideal husband

Tonight, as usual, my honey texted me to let me know he's be home in 20 minutes. I've been sitting on my butt all day (well, since sunday morning actually) and our house is a disgusting mess. Of course I had no intention of making dinner because I feel so miserable and sick. But I still asked my honey if he was hungry and wanted me to make something for him. 

This is the man I married. 

We may have our differences, but it turns out we're still 100% compatible in the areas that matter most.