My husband could care less about "healthy" food, yet he goes to the farmers market with me extremely early on Saturday mornings and mans the dog so that I can get my grass fed meat, organic dairy, and some of the most delicious tomatoes I've ever had.
One of my husband's favorite beers is Delerium Tremens, yet he bought a four pack that he refuses to touch because it was "a treat just for me" that he got me for having a bad day at work.
I walked around most of the day with no makeup, in "comfy" clothes to do chores in, and he still called me sexy.
I don't know how I got so lucky.
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