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My back was screaming today. Guess I pushed things a little to
far, what with taking up my work-out routine after a long period
of inactivity and generally wanting to do NOTHING.
SO...I leave a message for Tymm to please spray-disinfect the tub,
and maybe even rinse it out as I needed to soak badly.
I come home to a sparkling white bathtub, cinnamon candle and
happy note telling me to enjoy my bath. The tub was obviously
scrubbied out thoroughly. I didn't expect that as he's been sick-ish
himself lately, sore throat, coughing and losing his voice off-and-on.
Seriously, he's the best.
And he's mine. (So nyaaaaaah).
If he wasn't already sleeping I'd totally hug him.
HARD.
:-D
*Edit*
I forgot to mention he even put up the new shower curtain.
I was supposed to do that earlier, but forgot. It's not a
huge chore, but with a screaming back it would've been the
more torturous, laborious task you could devise.