My Husband is Better Than Your Husband (I can prove it. I took a poll.)

I've taken a recent poll, and all of my husbands agree that Chris is the best husband I have.

We have date night on the weirdest nights of the week because my cutie husband works on the weekends for the next couple weeks.  I love it because we don't have to deal with lines or busy restaurants.  Last week, date night was Thursday; we went to IKEA (I've heard it's the hottest place for LDS couples) and Cheesecake Factory.  Perfect.  Just perfect.  We didn't have to worry about IKEA being crowded.  We didn't have to worry about waiting for a table at Cheesecake Factory.  I didn't even have to do anything- Chris made the plans, and I just got to relax and go along for the ride!

Last night (Wednesday), Chris and I had a marvelous date night.  We started out at Red Robin, and then we headed on over to Arc for some Halloween shopping!  (Followed by Goodwill, the mall, and Walmart because we just couldn't make it all happen in one place.)  We got all sorts of fun stuff to decorate our porch with for our apartment complex's contest!  (We're very competitive people.  I love to decorate for everything.  Also, the first prize is $100 off of rent... sooo.... How could we NOT enter?!)

I bet you're wondering what happened to that great job I started.  I am kickin' butt at my new job... and it's already starting to catch up with me.  I have been so busy (as you loyal readers could tell; I have haven't posted in almost a month).  My numbers are top in my store, and I'm really starting to get to know my customers, so the days, although  l o n g  sometimes, are getting more enjoyable.  There are days, though, when I have to call Chris and have him reassure me that I'm doing okay and that I can do my job, but someday I'll really get the hand of things, and then I'll be okay.  You know how new jobs can be... (or maybe I'm the ONLY woman in America who has melt downs because she just feels like she can't do ANYTHING right...)

So, a few days ago, I came home from one of THOSE days, and I was tired, and I was grumpy, and I had a meeting that night with my District Manager, and I had to clean the house still, and all I wanted to do was take a nap, and then I walked in the door... to a SPOTLESS house.  Bed made, dishes done, table cleared of that pile of mail and misc. papers that have nowhere else to go- you know that pile; everyone has one- and laundry taken out of the dryer and folded (I'm particular about how clothes are put away, so for him to stop at that was PERFECT!).

See what I mean?!  Christopher is the best.  The.  Best.


He just can't help it.