here are the reasons

i made a list of great things chuck does. because he’s so great

when i’m in the living room getting ready to take out the dogs or in the kitchen hangin’ with the dogs and chuck is in another room (of which we had two. total.) i will sometimes talk to them about putting on various accouterments for walkies and other in depth philosophical ponderings. chuck will say, “what?” and i’ll say “talking to the dogs.” now, if i can’t hear him or something, he’ll say “talking to the dogs” as an explanation. cracks me up because he hardly talks to the dogs at all.

he was going to surprise me with my favorite bubble tea after buying me presents for xmas (but they were closed… forever. damn economy.)

he’s been sooooo great with my hurt back. i mean, who else can handle a whiny, sad, decrepit old lady with a genetically unsound back? that’s right, chuck.

he told his step-mom (while i wasn't there) that he couldn’t go to a hockey game with his brother while we were visiting if she couldn’t get a ticket for me too. i felt guilty he said no and told him that i could survive for one night if he wanted to go. he maintained that he wanted to spend time with me as that is the point of the whole trip. (dodged that bullet)

he always knows when something is wrong. always. and he wants to fix it.

he listens when i say things about things. and then does things regarding the things. he'll make an effort to make us better.

he eats my green peppers because he knows i hate them. and if we order pizza together, he'll order with no green peppers for both of us.

he likes my curly hair. when we were first going out, i wore my hair straight everyday. i straightened it every night before i went to see him. one night, it was curly and he loved it. "why don't you wear it curly all the time?" i don't know why i used to do that to my poor hair. i was petrified he would hate it and think it was ugly. (now i do curly girl which i learned about here).

he likes to go to plays. like for reals, he really likes it. now i just have to work on musicals!

he loves my dogs and corrects me if i say my dogs. "our dogs?" he says with a raised eyebrow. "yes, our dogs, but if you leave me i'm taking them all," i remind him. he says back, assuredly, "but that won't happen, so get it right."

he was trying to set up internet stuff at his dad’s and having trouble. he told me to get off the internet with my laptop (they were getting more and more desperate). so i disconnected. he proceeded to ask me like a million times if I was on. “no, i disconnected.” “but what’s the signal? good?” “i’m going to punch you in the spine if you ask me one more time. there is no signal.” ahh, the holidays. (this was not a great thing he did. this was just funny. a little.)

ps i hate typing in word and transferring over to here because then i have to go back and un-capitalize all sorts of shit. damn you correct capitalization (and commas)! damn you to hell!