He's Prolly My Most Awesome Husband

I don't brag on here enough about how awesome my husband is....mainly because if you knew how awesome he really is, there would be a line out the door of people trying to snatch him from me (He does the laundry, people....and vacuums. Seriously, I have not done laundry in SIX years!).

So, I have been doing this Weight Watchers thing for almost three months and I am one pound shy of meeting my goal weight. The other day Tobe asked me how I was going to celebrate when I met my goal, to which I witty replied, "Be glad I am not fat." (It is a laugh a minute around here at casa de phillips). Tobe didn't think this was a suitable reward (or very funny), so yesterday afternoon just the two of us piled into the sedan and set off for the mall.

My most awesome husband had me purchase clothes....lots and lots of clothes... and waited patiently as I shopped for hours. It was like the scene from Pretty Woman when Julia Roberts goes shopping on Rodeo Drive...without the poor career choice and bad hair, of course. The best part is that we are not even done with our shopping extravaganza. I am still searching for the absolutely perfect pair of ruby red heeled Mary Janes.

I am nominating my husband for "Husband of the Century" because he is super awesome....and because I now have the perfect outfit to wear if such an award is ever presented to him.

Thanks, Husband! I heart you! (By the way, the title of this post is totally an inside joke between Tobe and me. Aren't inside jokes the worst when you aren't a part of them? Oh well.)

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Update on the cold/allergy situation: We are still battling the colds both kids have. Apparently this is the worst allergy season our area has seen in ten years. Fortunately both kids do not mind doing their breathing treatments (which are sucking up about 2 hours of my day, however I have now caught up on my Blues Clues episodes) and are both excellent at taking medicine. Hopefully we will get over this thing and be ready to fight off any future infections!