My husband that is.
This weekend while I was living it up in the mountains of Pigeon Forge, TN with my ladies S was holding it down in the 'Tot. Noted & trademarked.
He fought through the organic veggies and found his beloved Luck's pinto beans in order to provide dinner for the teen/young adult and himself.
Then he worked a booster fundraiser in the wee morning hours without his beloved partner. That would be me. Duh.
I came home yesterday to a clean kitchen and clean laundry. (Did I mention he ALWAYS does the laundry? Hate on THAT.)
Then before S grilled pork chops for dinner he showed me the project he completed in the garage.
Honestly the "S" doesn't stand for Superman, but maybe it should.
And maybe, just maybe I'm not too disappointed that I couldn't buy him a TN Harley shirt. Especially when I realized he had shaved and cut his hair. For me.
If you know what I mean.
And you Hard Rock ladies know exactly what I mean.