Around 6:30 p.m., HubbyHubby was upstairs relaxing on the loveseat and watching TV.
I went upstairs and sat next to him.
It was like an oven in that room.
I asked, "Baby, do you think it's hot up here?"
I'm not sure if he even answered me.
Next thing I know, he's outside at the air conditioner, washing the fins, then downstairs, then upstairs fiddling with vents, then in the utility room looking at the furnace and duct work.
At 9:00 p.m. in bed, I cuddle up and say, "Baby, it is so nice and cool up here now. Thanks for fixin' the AC. You are my hero."
It may have been a small task for him, but letting him know he is my hero makes him feel like a king.
The Fine Print:
When you follow my blog and treat your hubby like a king, he will move heaven and earth to make sure you're comfortable and happy, always.
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