I obviously wanted to write a little ode to this one on here, because even though it may not seem like it, behind his football-ing (yeah thats a verb...?) man-of-few-words, logistical, number-oriented, almost-complete-opposite-human-being-of-me shenanigans-- he actually puts up with a lot when it comes to my little nook of the interweb. For instance, my last post. My dear, big-hearted, oh-so-patient fiance only had to wait an extra HOUR for his pancakes while I made sure I got some acceptable photos. In a normal household, he could eat them warm off the griddle. But nope, not with me. He had just walked in the door from the gym as I was flipping the pancakes, so not only was he hungry, but the house smelt like warm pancakes. Bless his heart an hour later, as I asked him to slowly drip syrup on the pancakes, and then forced him to eat reheated pancakes.