Novelchick: Have you met Mr. Snarky McSnarkster?

The only time I am mentioned on your blog and it is to point out that I stutter... nice!

This was my husband's reply to my last post. So let me list some of his better qualities. I personally never think of stuttering as a quality good or bad but here we go:

He doesn't snore often. This is a highly under rated quality.
He loves our daughter to distraction. Another utterly important quality. He never minds giving her a bath no matter how long his day has been and that the inevitable outcome will be a screaming toddler who does not want to leave the tub.
He goes to concerts with me he would rather chew off a limb then admit to being at. Olivia Newton John? Yep. Rick Springfield? You betcha. Bette Midler? Yeah.
He supports my fledgling writing career utterly with absolutely no doubt that I am the most brilliant writer since...whoever originally started Sports Illustrated and I will no doubt be published the moment it hits an agents desk.
He has stayed at jobs that he completely hates to support us. I've been in jobs that really suck. This is a big deal.
He lives with four cats and cleans the litter boxes.
He thinks I'm thin and that my boobs still look good after breast feeding for a year.
He could care less about authority over the remote control. Of course, I have flawless taste so that isn't really an issue. Mansquito? Oh, shut up!
He often functions as my memory. Part of my bi-polar is that I sometimes have total memory loss for everyday things.
I feel not so freaked out by life with him.