Well, husbands do, too.
Mr. Wonderful will be running a relay marathon in May, from Boston to Provincetown in two days or some such madness, up all night and riding in one of two vans with eleven soon-to-be-war-buddies while carbo-loading. Some of the group met for a pre-race strategy session/beer tasting at a local watering hole last week, which gave the friends-of-friends a chance to get to know one another.
My friend-whose-idea-the-team-was sent me a message after the meeting was over:
“Last night we were finding out how many at the table were divorced or divorcing (5 out of 7 – yikes!) and Mxxx asked [Mr. Wonderful] if he was divorced and he sweetly said, “No, I’m trying to hold onto my wife as long as possible.” =) Go give him a big fat hug and kiss!”
::sniff, sniff:: He’s the best. I’m a lucky gal.
(It’s okay to go barf if you need to.)