And he didn't even have to say he was sorry.

I stopped home last night after work, before the gym to find FDH and both skids gone. No idea where they were, since at that point we were still on radio silence (see my previous blog about the soap saga for backstory).

When I walked into the house after the gym, I found FDH sitting in the kitchen watching hockey on the TV. No sign of skids, so I figured they were in their rooms doing whatever the hell they do in those pigstys.

But I was wrong. He had shipped them off to his dad's for the night, because I am off on Thursdays and he knew I'd appreciate not having them around all day.

And that, ladies and gents, is why I love him.

(oh, and he was rewarded handsomely for his efforts }:) )