I’m so proud of my husband.
He managed to do the one thing that could honestly make our shitty winter of catastrophe manage to look negligible to the tune of George W.’s presidential legacy in the era of Donald Trump.
He got a new job: a dream job. And not only that, he ruthlessly negotiated his way to a huge pay increase, along with a benefits package and PTO time to make you weep (you, not me – I still have unlimited time off, but at least my husband can come on vacation with me now).
All while dealing with a ton of his own drama, like having a broken arm and being in a shoulder-high cast, and having a family that tortures him (more on that later – maybe…).
He is my hero. A true saint of a man. He may not have been able to help out with all the catastrophe physically these last couple months, but he’s just done more for our future than I ever could have asked for, and our past –
– is forgotten.
I swear, I’m not gonna talk about it ANY MORE. It’s all fixed, and paid for, and all there is to do now is get ready for a great summer and love the shit out of my amazing husband.
(he is still on tap for spring yard work, though – there’s no getting out of that…)