Let me start by saying that there are many wonderful things that I love about my husband. He is a fantastic father. He makes dinner. He loves to surprise the kids and I. He puts up with me and my neuroses. No one will ever accuse him of being metrosexual. He will always beat me in a foot race. He is a rockstar when it comes to installing carseats. He never eats my yogurt. He makes friends with old ladies wherever he goes. And he cannot keep a beat to save his soul, which I think is adorable.
This is not an exhaustive list of course, but the above are very important qualities to me, so it is a good thing that my husband possesses them. There is, however, one thing that my husband does that I absolutely cannot stand. In fact it makes me physically ill. Continue reading