Reason # 4,654,537 why I love my husband
We got back from Virginia yesterday afternoon after spending five or six days hanging out with Dave's family ("hanging out" being code for "eating copious quantities of food"). When we opened the fridge to see if we had anything that could be considered dinner, Dave was utterly distressed at the state of uncleanliness that was found within. Thus, after tossing frozen Thanksgiving leftovers into the oven, he spent the next hour washing the inside of our fridge while I unpacked and Henry wreaked general havoc. You should see it. It's gleaming.
I married well.