I've come to the conclusion that blogging is bad news for husbands.
Exhibit A: Deb's husband sends her flowers.
Exhibit B: Wendy's husband went to ballroom dancing camp for her.
Exhibit C: Maren's husband made her birthday the best ever.
I was starting to think that I'm not appreciated and that Carl doesn't really love me.
Then I remembered our date last week.
Any man willing to paint a little bear, in public, and be videotaped for my blog (okay, I don't think he knew I would really post this) has got to be a keeper.