Love is Patient, Love is Kind...

My husband.  My husband is a patient man.  He lets me yell at him when I realize we don't have any chocolate in the house.  And then he reminds me 10 seconds after my tyraid that there is, in fact, lots of chocolate in the house.  He checks to make sure I unplugged my hair straightener nearly every time we leave the house when I can't remember if I did (I always do).  He lets me have Mexican food about 80% of the time when we go out to eat.  He doesn't get mad at me when I wake him up to tell him about a shoe sale.  And he tolerates me saying, "You're the love my of my life".  Everyday.  Multiple times a day.  Except I don't say it to him.  Nope, not Matt, my loving, patient husband.  I say it to Nigel.  And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

This is not an uncommon occurrence.  Except I'm not usually asleep.  Nigel is always asleep, though.