Best Wifey Ever

I hesitate to share this story because it makes me sound like a wacky nutjob and makes The Mister sound like an angel. And really - that's only half true.

Apparently, quite a few weeks ago, I did something for The Mister which I deemed worthy of proclaiming myself the "Best Wifey Ever". I also apparently told The Mister that there should be signs posted declaring as much. (Aren't I a treat?) I have no idea what I did to earn the title of Best Wifey Ever and actually, I completely forgot about this conversation. (And still don't remember it.) Probably because I've said 13 crazier things since.

Anyhow, I came home the other day, went into the bedroom to change and found this on my bedside table:

I pulled open my jewelry drawer to put my rings away and found another:

And another on the bookshelf:

(Yes, that is Tori Spelling's "Stori Telling" on the bookshelf. Feel free to judge me. However, lest you think I'm completely vapid, please note the Steinbeck and Hamlet. I do occasionally read something of substance. When I'm not watching Bravo.)

And quite a few more stashed in various places throughout This Old house.

Once he explained why they were there, I really was touched that he'd remembered and cared enough to follow through. He really is a sweetheart. Why he picked me, I'll never know!

*Thanks to Slynnro & her recent post for inspiring me to finally upload these pictures and write this post. It's not the cutest thing he's ever done, but it's the most recent. Plus, I was worried The Mister might be getting a bad rap around this blog. Despite the minor flaws of being not so handy and a tv junkie, he's quite the catch.