I love C. so very much (duh) but sometimes he goes the extra mile, or 10 and it just flips me out all over again.

A couple of weeks ago he called me at work to tell me that he went to a moving sale at some for real rich persons house and that he got a couch and recliner for $150. He knows I've been looking around for something cheap but I didn't know he had been looking too. AND it was the exact kind that I wanted (the kind where the sections of the couch recline like a lazy-boy) plus they are super nice and way more than we could normally afford but the folks moving were in a hurry and just didn't give a crap about their worth. YES! Ohhhh man it's so nice to have a couch AND a chair (before we just had a couch) that aren't ghetto and hard and un-comfy.

Ok so that was great, and a couple of days ago I came home to find him mowing the lawn (yay i hate it) and he stopped to tell me that he did the oil in all the cars. Yay again. I went into the house and the dishes were done -super yay- and he came in after me. I was happy but not as happy as I'd like because I knew it was laundry night. Ack the wonderful trip where we drag all of our clothes to the ghetto wash. He went into the bedroom as I started putting dishes away and I asked him about his day. He mentioned that he only had a half day of work and I asked him what else he had been doing besides everything.

I was creeping back to our bedroom to see if I could catch im nekkid before he jumped in the shower and he was telling me that he had just sat around being lazy for a while. I POUNCED into our room to get him and smack his booty but stopped short because my brain registered something amiss. The laundry baskets were empty. Empty? Huh? Ohhhhhhhhhh I Geeeetttt ittttt. HE DID ALL THE LAUNDRY!!! YAAAAAYYYY!!! Instead of enjoying having a few hours off -for once- he took it upon himself to make MY few hours off work actually enjoyable instead of more dreaded work.

AND THEN! He mentioned that he went to a store near us that was having a sale on mattresses. I've been wanting a new mattress for MONTHS, but they are so expensive that I've been holding off. We've been looking everywhere for cheap stuff but they're always icky or lame or busted. Honestly HE doesn't care about the mattress, he says that he can't tell the difference between that and the floor and that he just doesn't mind or care. Ours is so crappy that it has a ghetto LEAN to it and if you sleep for more than 8 hours you get sore from the springs and lack of padding. No kidding. Talk about a bachelor pad - ack, boys. (actually he grew up really super poor and I don't think he ever HAD a mattress so that sort of explains that.)

So anyways we went to the store to check it out and was the pillow top kind that I've so SOOO wanted but didn't think we could get. AND it came with a bed frame!! ANNNNDDDD it was CHEAP, the lady had to get some stuff gone and was happy for us just to take it.

So now instead of a ghetto lean mattress on the floor we have a for real bed on a FRAME and it's so comfy I could just about die. He says that he can't tell the difference and he really didn't care but that he just wanted to make me happy. That's all, he just wants me to be happy.

I wonder if he has any idea how happy he makes me? I try my best to show it and tell him but I wonder if he REALLY knows?