Wednesday morning my outlook express cratered. I'm sure it had something to do with the 4,569 unread emails. Or maybe the over 15,000 deleted emails. (I keep everything, and often don't even click on the junk emails) Gunner called from Iraq to see if he could help fix it, to no avail. I told him the error codes, etc. and he asked when I would get online again. The girls had swim lessons, so I wasn't able to get on till almost 9 that night.
My dear, sweet Gunner said he would call me then. Unbeknownst to me, he went back to his room, googled instructions (my whole computer locked up), wrote them down, set his alarm, called me, explained the instructions, and went back to bed. He loves me.
My email works.
I'm off to email him.
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7 comments:
What a great guy! Thats better then any bouquet of flowers isnt it?!
Sheeeeeee! Don't tell everyone theirs a big S on my t-shirt.
Love....ain't it grand! Yours trades sleep to fix a computer. Now everyone say Awwwwwwwww!
Krista
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
~Christy
definately deserves a nomination for the hubby of the year award!
What a sweetie. (And he knows how lost you are without email and internet!)
awwww...what a sweet gesture!
it kinda makes ya all mushy inside!
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