Man of the Year

Daurell, by a landslide, has earned Man of the Year, (and it's only January). This morning in my Pliates class, towards the end, lights low, candle flickering, soothing music wafting through the air, I am laying on my stomach, face down ready to strike the "dart" position. A slight commotion draws my attention to the far end of the room. To my utter surprise as you can imagine, there is Daurell wandering around looking dazed and confused. We weaves his way through the yoga mats laden with prostrate female bodies, towards me. Finally he sees me and I say,"What are you doing?" His face is bright red but only I know because the lighting was dim and I am trying so hard not laugh. He replies that William Sonoma (where I work) called and wanted to know if I could come into work early today. HOW SWELL IS THAT I ASK YOU!!!! I thanked him and he slipped out. The second the door closed the whole place erupted. "What a great husband you have," "My husband would never have done that," "Man that took guts," "You owe him BIG." Once the laughter subsided and we finished the class. When I got home I was still grinning and told him all those women thought he was absolutely stellar for going so far above and beyond the call of duty and he said, "Yeah, well I will never do that again. I have never been so embarassed in my life." I have to say, I feel a big break through coming here, it is just a matter of time now before he holds my purse for me in public. I can just feel it!