1. The other night I finally got comfy in bed when my ankles and shins started intensely itching. I asked DH to please grab the Cortaid and he is all sweet and gets it for me and even rubs it in! A minute later, my legs are on fire and I ask him, "You did use the Cortaid, right???" He gets this sheepish smile and says, "No, I used Icy Hot, aren't they the same???" OH BOY. Now he knows they are not the same. WTH.
2. Then, last night, DH insisted I sit on the couch while he got me a snack--I wanted the last of the Ben & Jerry's Smores ice cream (yummm). He brings it over and I laughed because he gave me a plastic spork--in his defense, who wants to do dishes, so that was cute. Know what was NOT cute? Finding ice cream all over the floor this morning in a petrified state because apparently he got my ice cream in the dark--he said he didn't turn on a light.
Haha, I do love my husband and how he tries so hard to be helpful