Yuck

So you know those sick, grimy, hairballs that look like rats and smell like death? You know... the ones that sit in the pipes, clog the drain, and never cease to make me gag (this coming from the girl who considers herself to have a strong stomach)? The ones that no amount of drain-o will ever rid?

Yeah, well Isaac surprised me and cleaned one of those out of the drain for me yesterday. That is why I love him so much this weekend. Seriously, if that isn't true love, I don't know what is.