shhh. don't tell Husband I posted this.

That's it. I'm doing it!

Husband REALLY wanted me pass this one up on presenting it to the blogosphere but it's just too stinkin' amazing.

He thinks not so amazing. But I know the better on this one.

So, here it goes.

Oh wait, before I do so. Ya'll must know that husband is manly. Like really manly. Like right now he's working with tools {insert ooo's and awww's} to hang up art around the house.

-- ok side note. Husband L.O.V.E.S. his art, right? But jeepers creepers why does it take a month to put it on the wall where we can actually enjoy it? I think He prefers looking at it standing against the wall. Yah, not so much for me. Husband wanted to do a blog on "real vs. pinterest." Ha. I think this would only end embarrassingly for myself. So no husband...not quite yet. I mean I'm still trying to impress ya'll {ok, just you mom...but is it working yet?}.

ANYWAYS...back to the story...so husband = manly, right. But the other day while watching Ellen {L.O.V.E. her} graciously bless a grandmother in need, I look to my side and husband's eyes are welling up with tears. No wait. correction. welling up with water. Husband wants me to make sure that ya'll know they weren't tears yet.

I think it's sweet. I think it's showing me {and now you} that men can have sensitive spirits. And by george, if water wants to well up in your eyes while watching a mushy moment, just let it happen.

This is the clip that got husband.

Husband, I love you all the more for it.