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Every once in a while, we get a package in the mail. Bossman usually brings it in and leaves it on the table for me. Sometimes, He'll ask what's in it, or hover in the kitchen while I open it, but usually he's content to wait for me to bring him whatever it is that I've bought... yesterday, a package came and I was confused. I hadn't ordered anything.

It was a travel cup from Cafe Press and it had this on it:



I'd purchased one back in the fall and then left it behind not weeks later at the hotel where the Pennsic Staff had held their meeting. I hadn't tried to get a new one, figuring that I deserved to go without since I didn't take care of it.

Bossman thought different.

I have a sweet husband.