Body-Snatchers

You know that song by the Talking Heads, the one that goes "And you may tell yourself, This is not my beautiful wife!" - that's where I am lately (only it's my husband). Somehow my husband has been stolen and replaced with a new and improved model - and it's kind of freaking me out.

A few examples:
- On the way home Scott called and said "hey, I know you've had a long day - why don't you stop and pick up pizza so that you don't have to cook. That way you can relax when you get home."

- Yesterday he cleared all the snow off the deck for me without asking.

- As part of the new and improved post-flood basement we added a wall between the "family" room and the laundry room. But he actually took the time to add a light switch for the laundry room so that I wouldn't have to walk into the dark room to get to the old switch.

- When I got home tonight, instead of finding him with his feet up reading the paper, I found him tiling the basement floor and mudding the new wall - and doing the laundry (I swear I am not lying).

- Saturday we got through all of the carpet buying and installing and furniture moving without a single fight.

Yeah - so either aliens have come to earth and stolen my hubs or he's about to do something really bad, not sure which one just yet.

Current Music: What a Good Boy - Barenaked Ladies