I told you in my profile that I married the world's last perfect man. Today I have the photo evidence to prove it.
Hubby works for Pepsi-Cola, and around here they distribute Dr. Pepper. They often have sales promotions as incentive for good sales (duh), and I will give you the official details of one here:
- Blah blah blah numbers, blah blah blah blah percentage, blah blah blah Dr. Pepper, blah blah blah blah blah incentive, blah blah blah promotion...
That's not what makes him Husband of the Year.
Are you ready?
We both have motorcycles, relatively new (2006). I have a Honda Shadow 600; he has a Honda Shadow 1100. The Harley that he won is a Sportster XL 883L. (The "L" stands for "low," and that's a good thing.) He's not a big Harley fan anyway, and the engine on the Harley is smaller than the one on his Honda. In his words, "I ain't going down to no damn scooter."
After two months of thinking we were never going to get it (evidently Sportster 883s don't exist in the state of Georgia), the Dr. Pepper promotion guy (whose name hubby thought was Bob but turned out to be George) finally found us a 2009 model at a dealership about 80 miles away. And it wasn't orange. I would have had to turn down an orange motorcycle. Not only did hubby give me the motorcycle, he took a day off from golf to go with me to get it. We rode double on his bike up there so I wouldn't be riding the new one back all by myself.
What a guy.
I'm a lucky girl. And don't think I don't remind myself of that every single day.