Him: Uh, there's something wrong with the quilting story.
Him: There's no mention of the super hero.
Me: Super hero?
Him: The husband who selflessly gave up sleep and a happy wife for a whole weekend. The man who, despite his rough and ready tendencies, took up needle and thread, and quilting pins, and batting and binding to save the day.
Me: Uh huh. Do you want me to blog about this right now?
Him: Oh, no no no. Don't tell the world how wonderful I am. Let me suffer in silence.