Have I mentioned that Cody is a saint? He is ya know.

Yes pagan anti-religious-establishment me is married to a certifiable patron saint of geeky, patient husbands everywhere. He puts up with my yoyo dieting, spoiled mountain brook girl, obsessive compulsive, non-driving, agoraphobic, depression episodic, goofy, pet obsessed self and actually LOVES me DESPITE, and in some cases, BECAUSE of my insanity. I have some great recent examples of his saintly behavior.

First off, he works nights. Seven pm to seven am. Yes it’s a twelve hour shift but it’s not really that demanding. Just monitoring the state-wide wireless network and the database of ticket sales for the lottery so he really only has to sit around and check that everything’s working every fifteen minutes. That’s how he’s managed to teach himself Dutch, Visual Basic, and Java in the last few months. He’s also programmed some nifty things for work and they’ve sent him around to other states to help out there sometimes. Guess I should mention he doesn’t work the usual Monday to Friday schedule either. It alternates - two on, two off, three on, three off. So he works every other weekend. We like this schedule actually. We don’t have kids so there’s really no reason why we *must* be on a day schedule with weekends off. We like getting to run errands on weekdays and going out to dinner/breakfast on weeknights. This also excuses us from various weekend family obligations too I might add!

So he worked last night. Seven pm to seven am. Before he went to work he knew that I was missing getting to the gym on friday so he said if I got ready by seven-thirty this morning he’d take me and go sit at the starbucks next-door with his laptop. My gym trips usually involve one hour of cardio and resistance work then I reward myself with a sauna and swim (or catch a water aerobics class) for another hour. Swimming makes me so happy. Really, I lovelovelove being in water. So I stayed at the gym until 9:45 and he was waiting in the car outside but he was still nice enough to let me get one of those new light frappucinos before we left.

Not convinced of his sainthood? Ok lemme tell you about thursday morning..

The morning of all our tree guy appointments we were sitting around in the office waiting for the first one to show up. He’d made two big mugs of coffee and brought one to me. So a few minutes and sips later we had swung our chairs to face each other and were talking about new games coming out or something - we’re both pretty interested in Vampire the Masquerade since we’d played the card game a bit - then I turned back to face my monitor and *whack* knocked the coffee mug over spilling almost an ENTIRE BIG MUG into my keyboard! Eee!

So I was frantically toweling the desk off and trying to get all the coffee. I tilted the keyboard..hehehe…and coffee came POURING out of the lower corner of the keyboard. Naturally things were freaking out on the screen all kinds of shit was going on because this was a year-old logitech that has lots of shortcut buttons and volume controls. We’re laughing hysterically too because the sight of that coffee pouring out of the keyboard was just fucking hilarious.

So he goes straight to Best Buy to get a new keyboard for me. This really was the first time I’d spilled shit directly into my keyboard like this I swear so he was going to just get me a new wired logitech like his with the volume dial instead of buttons because they were kind of annoying.

(I’d like to point out that in the meantime NONE of the tree guys that were supposed to be there before noon had shown or called)

Cody comes back about twenty minutes later with a new keyboard and MUST get it hooked up for me immediately. Know how most guys are about cars running perfectly for their wives or girlfriends? This is pretty much how he is about our computers. As long as the car starts and drives noise-free he doesn’t really notice much else about it. But his wife MUST have a fully-functioning computer system and access to the internet at ALL TIMES. Hee.

So he’s up under my desk doing wild contortions trying to reach behind my tower, which is snugly tucked away under the monitor with one of those weird cd drive opener windows in the top of my desk. He’s trying to avoid lifting my giganto hernia-inducing monitor. But the cord for my old keyboard is in the way so he asks for me to pull on it. So I climb over him to do just that. But while doing so I also lift the coffee-soaked keyboard and MORE COFFEE dribbles out, goes through the desk’s open window thingie and lands on his back. He’d taken his shirt off when he got home so it was the perfect naked target. So he starts yelling at the dog because he thinks she’s licking him on the back LOL. Then he sees that she’s sitting on her bed, head tilted, watching mom pour cold coffee down dad’s back so he asks “What the hell is that?”. I hadn’t really noticed up to that point that I was pouring cold keyboard coffee onto my husband’s unsuspecting saintly back. When I did I started laughing uncontrollably (causing more coffee to gush out) and he crawled out from under the desk and let me towel him off. He ended up having to lift the monitor and taking out the shelf to access the tower anyway.

And he wasn’t even mad. In fact he thought it was pretty funny.

See? A SAINT I’m tellin ya!

Only one of the tree guys showed up that day.