Girls, I know this isn't the post you were expecting, but I had to share...
Lately, things at our house have been, well, tense. Not the 7 year itch, more like the 11 year slump. Earlier today, I had just come back from a walk, all sweaty and pale, when the doorbell rang. I was expecting someone selling religion or fake magazine subscriptions and was all ready to kick whoever it was to the curb. But it was Jeff, the singing cowboy.
He handed me a long-stemmed rose and a heart shaped balloon. Turns out my husband hired him to sing to me...."That's Amore" from Moonstruck, our favorite movie. This tune was obviously an unusual request, since Jeff had this cheat sheet of the lyrics taped to his guitar.
Then he sang "My Girl" and I got a little teary. I thanked my husband profusely and told him that the surprise was really great ~ and a little bit creepy.
Think I should let him out of the doghouse, girls?