My husband will be the first to admit that he's not the most romantic guy.
He can fix just about anything in the world, and he makes me laugh like it's nobody's business, but romance is not at the top of his list. I honestly think his idea of romance is trying to limit his amount of gas when I'm sitting on the couch with him. He's also the worst liar I've ever met, so imagine my shock when I came home from a run yesterday to find the kids eating dinner and this in the bathroom:
(He told me he was coming home early so I could run before he had to go back to work for the evening.)