DH is a saint. This week, at least.

[missmiah]

For once, I'm being serious.

Let's look at the last week and a half. I came home from a trip where I spent an ungodly five hours at the hairdresser and spent $200, helped throw Midget's shower - spending even more money, and basically paid an arm and a leg in gas just go drive all over the state of KS. He doesn't even blink.

I get home to find the house burglarized. I discover that the house is being foreclosed. Without being able to actually speak to him to get his input, I have a gut wrenching reaction and give notice to move and by the second day have picked out a new place. All without DH's input or even his knowledge. And do you know what he says? "Whatever you need to do. I trust you."

I tell him I've been sleeping on a bare mattress, that I can't bear the thought of using the bedding we have and want to get new stuff but I have to wait until after the move because we can't afford it. And he tells me to go dig out his gold plated first edition stamp collection and see if I can sell it on e-bay. (I said no, of course.)

So, because I haven't said it enough. I love cptn_oblivious.

In other news, our estimate came in for the move. $1200. Freedom is expensive.