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I've decided that Rick working weekends is not bad after all. You see when he works weekends he gets Monday and Tuesday off. So yesterday when I came home for lunch I found the dishes done and the living room straightened up. When I came home at the end of the day he had done the grocery shopping and was fixing dinner. So I was already thinking, "yup, he's a keeper". Then I went to my church council meeting (that's right, they let *me* serve on the council at my church. Bwahahahaha! Foolish mortals....) and I almost fainted dead away when I got home just before 9pm.

( sappy stuff that may make you want to blow big huge gory chunks follows )