Perks

One of the biggest perks of being married* is that when I don't feel well and the cupboards are bare, someone else will go out and bring back groceries (walking two miles, uphill both ways, of course).

An even better perk is that he'll offer to pickup a hamburger for me while he's out (one of my favorite foods that just can't be cooked right at home, and a food he despises so we don't usually go out for them).

And if that is declined, he'll come back with a little bunch of purple flowers and cherries, because damnit he's going to find something to make me smile no matter what.





* I suppose this is more a perk of being married to Zach or other people that show love by keeping people feed than an integral part of marriage, but whatever.