Ok, first things first. I have the best husband in the world.

Like. The best.

And I'm sorry to say that if you were thinking you had the best husband and now you are realizing that you don't.... I don't want to make you feel bad.... That's really not my goal!

Just kidding!!! :)

I'm sure yours is great too.... Lol...

But seriously, Zach is pretty amazing.

And it's the little stuff, right? Like, yesterday. I had to work and so that means he takes care of the kidlets and gets them fed and off to bed and all. (Which, I don't even want to go into how easy bedtime is for him, even with all three.... Because it is SO much harder when I am home!!!)

Anyway, he always waits to eat dinner with me. I don't know, that's like our thing... We're too poor to go on real dates so we sit down with the kids at dinner sometimes but wait to eat a meal together until after they're in bed.

And, when I work, it gives us an opportunity to catch up at the end of the day.

Usually, I throw something magical together, like left overs and a salad. I'm very creative, I don't know what to tell you. (Ahem....) But last night on his way home from work, Zach stopped and picked up a special dinner.

For the girls.

And us.

And by special, I mean frozen pizza. Which IS special for us, because we try to stay away from processed foods and I'm super cheap, so usually if we are having pizza I am making it homemade and that is always a Crust Hit or Miss Experience.

Trust me.

So, the girls got these little individual pan pizzas that they thought were so amazing they carried them around underneath their arms until I started to worry about Defrosting Bacteria.

And for him and me he picked up two thin crust pizzas. (Which, thin crust is my fave.)

But he didn't just pick up any pizza for me. Oh. No. He picked up this Greek thing, that I can't even remember the name of it, that has two kinds of olives on it that he KNEW I would just love.

The pizza itself is kind of this running joke between us. One time we went on this date to a trendy part of Omaha, and to a trendy, new restaurant that friend's of ours highly recommended.

The place is called Pitch and I absolutely adored it.

He hated it.

And this is why.

I convinced Zach to order the special. Which was a Greek pizza that had kalmata olives AND green olives. And some feta.

It was everything I hoped it would be. And nice and tangy, which is turning out to be one of my favorite flavor palates recently.

I thought Zach would LOVE it. I really did. I mean, we have been married for six years and known each other for almost twenty, I thought I knew what he liked. However. Apparently, he does not like Olives!!!! Can you believe it??? It's borderline sacrilege in my opinion. But here we are, on our date, trying to enjoy a night together, with this pizza that he literally cannot even stomach the smell of it.

And I am trying to convince him that he loves it... I know the wives know what I'm talking about. I'm all, "But you love olives!"

And he's like, "What??? No, I HATE olives!!! I always have, I cannot stand them and the smell of this pizza is actually making me nausea."

And then I'm like, but you love martinis and Blue Cheese Stuffed Olives!!! Like, there is not a stronger flavor than that!!

And he said something about those being soaked in alcohol....

So anyways, the Greek Pizza was an EPIC failure and to this day he will still say to me, "I can't believe you made me get that pizza....." And then he'll shiver from disgust.

So, for him to come home with something so disgusting to him and that actually makes him ill, I just think is the sweetest thing.

Which, after I typed all of it out, I am starting to realize, ok, maybe it's not the biggest deal.... But it was sweet to me.

AND he came home with Pumpkin Spice Coffee Creamer for me! So, this morning the coffee so tastes like fall and I am loving it!

Ugh. Today. Oh switching subjects. FYI. Today is laundry day......

I think I probably have one hundred blogs, at least, dedicated to how much I hate the laundry. Like, I probably complain every time I have to do even one load. But today is insanity. There is so much laundry, I am so tempted to just throw it all away and start over. Zach might be in trouble in the underwear department should I follow through... but seriously, there is not enough Oxy Clean or Shout in the world to make the task ahead of me enjoyable or easy....

What I really need is to be in a Disney Movie. If I were just a cartoon princess that would solve all of my problems. Hello little dirty forest creatures, please, come scrub out my clothes with your very sharp claws and grimy teeth.

I'm sure I'll get to it, after lots of long sighs and nasty mumbling under my breath....

Oh and finally, Ok, I'm just going to be honest and say I'm not really sure what the exact protocol is for Blog Comments!!! I mean, before I didn't really get any.... And if I ever did it was just from M and we talk often enough from every single social media outlet that I was never really worried about the manners of responding to her. Although her comments are always the highlight of my day, even if she is reminding me crazy I am!!!

But now, I have the sweetest comments! The absolute most encouraging and wonderful things are being said!!!

And here is my issue.... How does one respond to those? Like, I've commented on blogs before but never gone back to check if the blogger responded.

So, I'm not sure if I respond, if people will ever go back and check. Or, if they get like an update....? Seriously, anyone know what is Internet-Acceptable here????

I would love an opinion.

But even still, no matter what it is, I just want to make the announcement that today my goal is to respond to all of the blog comments for the last several blogs! I hate the idea of thoughts going unanswered and the comments are really way to sweet to hang, floating in the middle of cyber space without a thank you.

So. If you commented, you have now been warned. I will be responding. And also.

Thank you for commenting!!!