It was 98 degrees here in Boulder yesterday.
Around 6:30 p.m., HubbyHubby was upstairs relaxing on the loveseat and watching TV. I went upstairs and sat next to him. It was like an oven in that room. I asked, "Baby, do you think it's hot up here?" I'm not sure if he even answered me. Next thing I know, he's outside at the air conditioner, washing the fins, then downstairs, then upstairs fiddling with vents, then in the utility room looking at the furnace and duct work. At 9:00 p.m. in bed, I cuddle up and say, "Baby, it is so nice and cool up here now. Thanks for fixin' the AC. You are my hero." It may have been a small task for him, but letting him know he is my hero makes him feel like a king. The Fine Print: When you follow my blog and treat your hubby like a king, he will move heaven and earth to make sure you're comfortable and happy, always. |
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