"Shoot!" I exclaim as Hot Husband (HH) and I are getting ready for bed. HH asks what the matter is, and I explain that I forgot to get Sports Beans for my 10-mile trail run tomorrow morning. "What store is still open where we can buy them? What's your favorite flavor?" he asks as he gets ready to go to the store for me. "No, no," I protest, "I'll be fine. I can probably bum something off of my friends." But HH is not deterred. He goes to the store for me. The first store doesn't have anything, but the ever-present, ever-open Wally World (read: Wal-Mart) probably does, so HH heads there.
Do I have an awesome HH or what?