Amazing Husband.

This is not your typical lovey-dovey facebook post saying how amazing my husband is because of the fabulous gift he bought me, or because he cleaned the house, or sent me flowers. (Yeah, right.)
This is a post to say my husband is amazing because he changes crappy pants.
I hate, despise, and just am sick-and-tired of washing out poopy pants. I'm sure he is too. But lately, when I see that awkward I-just-crapped-my-pants pose, I may glance in my husband's direction to see if there's a chance I could play it off. "What? He pooped his pants?..."
I am sure Travis knows my evil scheme. In fact I'm sure he has probably tried it on me too. You see, it's just a phase I'm going through. I'm sure I'll be back to my usual underwear rinsing self soon enough. In the mean time, I have an amazing husband.