Unsung Hero

Poor Dave. I just realized how hormonal I really am lately. Dave has been putting up with my grumpiness very well. He does tend to get defensive when I snap at him, but that quickly fades when I remind him that I'm just hormonal and not out to get him. I forget how much he does for me. Especially lately. The past 5 nights, he's been at my beckon call to make my lame dinners since I'm so tired. Stuffing, rice pilaf, mashed potatoes, pretty much anything starchy and boring that my stomach can tolerate. And he hasn't complained once about making dinner for me. He even cleaned out the fridge because I can't stand the smell! He takes walks with me at the drop of a hat and insists that I rest when I come home from work. What a great guy. He really is a keeper.