He walks in, looking all cute and skinny
carrying bags of groceries
and a plan for dinner
He doctors my poor throbbing toe
Wanting to help
but not wanting to cause me pain
He calls me monster-face,
tolerates my snuggling,
and remembers to pill the cat.
I tell him that he's already won
the husband of the year award
But he rolls his eyes
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