I may not give much credit to The Husband, but what you should know is that he is a top guy. It warms my heart to know that after a couple of false starts I finally found that one special person who will put up with my shit for the rest of my life. Think about it. He willingly goes to anything I buy tickets for (really sorry about that Kate Nash gig) eats anything I cook (again, sorry about those Anzac biscuits that took teeth out) and will travel to anywhere I book (weekend trip to Northern Finland? Sure!).
I may have pushed my luck to its limits recently though. I signed us up for The Wolf Run this weekend. Wolf stands for Woods, Obstacles, Lakes, Fields. Marinate on that for a second. I have signed The Husband up to run through woods, tackle obstacles and swim through fucking lakes IN NOVEMBER. IN THE UK.
So if you want to test the strength of your marriage, ask your significant other to form a wolf pack with you and undertake the stupidest obstacle race you can find in the coldest temperatures that can reliably be predicted ahead of time. If he says ‘hells yes!’ without a second thought, then that, my internet readers, is love.