I am officially restricting myself from complaining about anything for the rest of the day.
What money we had got stolen the other day, so my husband went and attempted to steal a box of pads for me, and got caught in the process.
I said, "Fuck, I'm sorry. That was probably pretty awkward."
He said, "Fuck them. Doesn't bother me any. If my wife needs pads, she's getting fucking pads one way or another."
I instantly realized that having a husband who's willing to do that for me, and not care when he gets caught, makes me the luckiest fucking female on the face of the planet.