Wives that Brag about their Husbands

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I mean, why should it be socially MORE acceptable to talk about how "he doesn't pick up his clothes", or "he never brings flowers", or "he sounds like a cow when he chews"? It shouldn't. That's just too easy (love ya babe).

It's a lot more productive for all parties involved, to talk about why he's so amazing. So, that's what I shall do. Below you will see a few reasons, just a few, why I want to brag about my husband. And without further ado...


We have hardware! No more breaking my fingers to try and get a butter knife. Brandon measured and leveled, and drilled. Voila! Babe, these look amazing and even more so, they're functional!

The Nest. When he told me about this gadget (actually a thermostat that works through your iPhone) I was skeptical. However, when he told me it was FREE through our new service with the electric company, I cheered up. He twisted some wires and connected a few more (that's girl talk for how I think it got done) and...we have heat!

The SEPTIC. Funny how God would use the failed SEPTIC to turn our entire lives around. If you remember back in the day when we lost the house and then got the house back again (the first time), it was all because the SEPTIC had failed the inspection and the other family who bid on the house backed out of their contract. Hooray for us! Today, things got shitty...but in a good way?! Brandon worked out the details, excavators, township permits, and everything else that goes into this ridiculously-expensive-yet-necessary step. Day 1 of 3.

I've been asking (bugging) him for weeks to hang the tv. Last night, I came home to this. THIS!

Do you see that. Do you see that!!! We have doors! Interior doors! No, we don't have knobs yet. No, not trim either. But, we have doors! Praise Jesus and hug Brandon, doors!

Husbands who take time to work with their kids are exceptional. Come on, I know how hard it is to try and get something done with a toddler involved. Ever try to bake with your kids? Cook? Please, let's be honest. Props to my other half right here. He knows I think this is hot. ;)

And finally, this one. Dads who watch Penn State with their daughters exercise the highest form of patience. Like when said daughter steps in front of the TV during a field goal. Or when said daughter is singing so loud you can't hear if they scored or fumbled.

Cheers to your man and mine today. Because we could choose to complain, but this is so much more productive. Cheers!