I woke up early this morning to the sound of Ryan rustling around in his closet. I asked what he was doing, naturally. When he’s up before 7am on a Saturday, it must be serious.
But, I was instructed to go back to sleep. So I did. I don’t argue with sleep these days. Until something crashed down on the floor in the kitchen. So I asked again what he was doing.
And again I was instructed to go back to sleep.
The next time I woke up, it was to find a plate full of food, a card and this:
(Pay no attention to the spot where the cat tried to eat the pretty flower. He’s a jerk)
Ryan works on Sundays, so he conjured up an early Mother’s Day complete with breakfast and a PIG.
I harass Ryan at least a few times a week about getting a pig. I tell him how much Dewey would love having a pig. I tell him how cute we’d all look walking around the neighborhood. I give him my sweetest “you can’t deny my desires” smile.
But it never, ever works.
He always gently reminds me we don’t have room for a pig. He brings me back to the reality that we already have five cats and a dog. A pig would be insanity. And he’s right. I know it. But…pigs!
He’s not an unfeeling man though. Because he found a way to get me a pig. If I’d needed proof that I picked a good man to have a family with, I think this would be it.
Oh, and he did the dishes. And took me to the movies. To see The Avengers. In 3D!
(I looked awesome in those glasses, by the way)
I even made it through the entire movie without a bathroom break.