Hard Working Guy

This morning I exited the bedroom with my arms full of shoes, socks, pants, etc. to dress downstairs, so I wouldn't bother her by making a bunch of noise in the room.  As I was closing the door she said, "Thank you for being my hard-working man".  Little did she know how little I would be working today!  Ok, not true, I've been busy with the crazy run-up to Obamacare implementation all morning. But, she assumes that I'm the hardest working guy around, which is a very lucky thing for a guy to have.  I love that girl.