World's Best Wife

I believe I qualify for the award for the World's Best Wife.

I went to bed Monday night, and woke up about 2 am realizing I hadn't made Rob's lunch for the next day - so I got up and made it.

Whoop-dee-doo, you say?

The real reason I qualify is this:
I was holding an ice cube, heading toward the sink to toss it, when Rob steps in front of me, drops his drawers, and asks if he has a bruise on his butt. OH-SO-TEMPTING to put that ice cube where the sun don't shine. But I refrained. Can you believe it?!?

That's why I am the World's Best Wife. :)
Jenn