I hope all wives/mothers feel this way about their mates and if not, I implore you to go out and find yourself a Rogan....or a close approximation, as I guarantee he is the only one of his kind.
I know you are all on the edge of your seats wondering why I am so passionate about this topic, enough so that I am devoting an entire blog post to it. Let me lay it out for you.
Firstly, my husband cooks. I know, you are all jealous, as you well should be. Not only does he cook, but he used to do it for a living and LOVES it. This love translates to wonderful, beautiful, creative food on our plates almost every day. I am all about esthetics in my home, but am usually far too lazy to apply this to my food (baking is another story) but Rogan makes sure every plate, no matter what it contains, is a work of art. This is something that my freakish, OCD, esthetically inclined brain loves. I think this first point is enough on it's own to make my husband such a good man...but, can you believe it? There's more.
|an old dried up zucchini|
Now don't misunderstand me, R can be just as big a douche as all of us, but I'll take a little bit of douchery and a whole lot of awesome any day. Also, did I mention he can cook? :)