Wherein the husband redeems himself
After waving goodbye to our guests...
Me: (heavy sigh) Ugh. Dishes. Mess. So tired.
Him: Dishes are done. Backyard is clean.
Me: (glancing around, noticing conspicuous lack of post party debris) When did that happen?
Him: At what point did I agree to be the wife in this marriage?
Me: Probably right after I promised to be responsible for putting things together and all things technological. But seriously, when did you do all of this? People JUST walked out the door.
Him: You're welcome. Happy birthday to me.