Full of WHAT???

I have to salute my husband. He's so fantastic. He woke me up this morning, a full hour after he had already gotten up, showered and dressed, to offer to let me take Jake to ball practice and he'd stay home and do the housework for me. I jumped on that offer, I'd be pretty stupid not to, and I went and stood out in the gorgeous sun (although a bit chilly, perfect with my hoodie) for two hours before stopping off for a drink at Sonic (it was Diet, people, get over it). I moseyed on home and arrived to a freshly vacuumed living room and even a dusted entry table. Eventually he got around to the hall bathroom and get this: HE EVEN STRIPPED MY BED AND WASHED THE SHEETS. AND NOW HE"S REMAKING THE BED ALL BY HIMSELF!!!!!
I'd say I totally have a winner, but then he just pulled the sheets out of the dryer, hung the fitted sheet from his head and stuffed a pillowcase up his shirt and told me, "I'm full of sheet."

I'd say he's definitely full of something...