Saturday morning comes shining through the window and he rolls over and all cute sleepy like he volunteers, 'Hey babe, do you want to go to Anthropologie this morning?' This involves him battling traffic for two hours round trip on the DC beltway, two more hours of waiting while I examine, not once but four times, every single object in the store, then he has to come up with an opinion on the ten drawer knob options I've narrowed down to. All this he suffers through and all he asks in return is a burrito for dinner. Wow. What a man.