I'm such an asshole

I got up at 8 am this morning for my weekly weekend run.  As I am getting ready, I look over at the wonderful hubster slumbering away peacefully, and I am overtaken by this urge to slap him on the butt.  So what do I do?  What I should have done?  Go back to my morning routine and leave to go on my run?  NOPE!

I walk over to his side of the bed to get a tissue and then on my way back to the bathroom, I slapped him on the butt!  He didn't wake up because he sleeps like a rock, but I couldn't help think how much of an asshole I was.  What if he did wake up?  It's my way of showing I love him.

I Love You, Pookie!

Do you know what love is?

Love is not killing your husband when...

• he wakes you up at 2:00 am to ask you to borrow your car to race in some silly autocross event because he's missing an adapter for his car, knowing full well it's supposed to rain tomorrow and you'll be driving a car with non functioning windshield wipers.
• he asks you to pick up a package at USPS, you remind him to fill out the slip, but he fills it out incorrectly.
• he doesn't Rainex the window so that you can see while driving in the rain in a car with non functioning windshield wipers.
• he has to get up early at 6am and he asks you do walk the dogs when he gets up even though it's your day to sleep in