My husband is the greatest. I think most guys these days, if you said, “my sewing machine is jacked up,” might not be able to look at it, identify the problem immediately, send me out for a part, and fix it, thus saving my weekend. It is the only soccer-free, gymnastics-free weekend we have until Thanksgiving and I really wanted to work on the Halloween costumes.
 So he’s awesome: smart, handy, and he can reach the stuff on the top shelves. A man among men. That is all.
And he has a sweet ass.
Clearly!
..true, true…