The good die young

Whenever I talk to people who have known my husband longer than I have, for some reason they always mention that he's a 'good guy'. It's actually pretty uncanny that ever single person uses those same words. He's a good guy. He's always been such a good guy. I feel like I should buy the man a cape and a theme song.

What does that mean exactly? I know it's good, it's right there in the description. But let's look at what a good guy does based on the conversations that I've had with these people. They don't cheat on their girlfriends/wives. They keep a steady job. They are respectful of their elders and women. They don't get arrested/in trouble too often. They help out their friends when possible.

Now read those again. Isn't that what we should expect of everybody? Why do people always find it necessary to comment on the fact that my husband does what is commonly expected of men? Why can't I formulate a sentence that isn't a question? These conversations leave me wondering if other people don't act this way. I wonder if other women have to put up with husbands who are less... decent than my husband. I wonder if other people don't help their friends out quite so often or try to keep it quite so real.

I'm not saying that I don't see how downright amazing Michael is. I'm only saying that I don't know if the people that say he's a good guy are judging using the same criteria I do. I guess it's possible that they've seen the little things that he does that make him wonderful I just like to feel that I know more about him than the average joe. I don't know, maybe a man that helps someone who speaks little to no english find the cookies he wants in walgreens when the employees fail to do so is just not able to hide his awesomeness. Maybe the friend who gets out of bed at 4 am to spend $700 (that he never expects to see again) bailing his friend's dumb ass out of jail is going to get a reputation for being great. Now I'm wondering if people talk about Mike's deeds when he isn't around.

Yesterday when I was making scrambled eggs, I almost threw up because at that moment it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen or smelled or done. That's not normal. I'm thinking it's a tumor.

What's for dinner?: Chicken B'stilla with homemade bread for dessert because it didn't go into the oven until after supper was over. I'm not buying bread with preservatives in it any more so I'll be learning to bake my own. My first attempt turned out pretty awesome.