decorating....

my husband is one hunky man.  he's also a really great gift giver {which just so happens to be my love language} and extremely handy around the house.  pair these attributes with the rest of his fantastic qualities, and i'm lucky enough to say that i've married a nearly perfect man.

nearly perfect....

let's rewind a few weeks.  since amelia realized her newfound mobility can take her places she isn't allowed, we've started closing doors to the rooms that are not currently baby-proofed - namely the bathroom and our bedroom.

so today, as we are getting ready to head out into town to browse, i was busy randomly shoving items into the diaper bag and noticed caleb closing the bathroom door.  he looked over at me and said oh-so-proudly, "check out the bathroom! i just decorated!!"  after giving me such a sweet smile that only a nearly perfect husband could give, i excitedly opened the bathroom door to see what he may have rearranged or *gasp* even purchased in the home decor section of target....

his "decoration" of choice was not something you could see, folks.  he had.... ahem, perfumed the air.  and by perfumed, i mean he farted - very nastily, very thickly and very..... well, not perfect-husbandly!  as i pulled myself out of the "fog" {*snort*} of what just happened to me, i turned around to see my nearly perfect husband holding our daughter with the biggest smirk on his face before bursting out into an enormous laugh fest. 

i may be gullible, friends, but i'm also quite adept at payback.  and yes, caleb, i know you subscribe to my posts via email.... be prepared.