How do you know you have a great husband?
When he digs through two full bags of kitchen trash in search of a gift card that his wife worried she accidentally discarded. 

Even though I had said that WE would do it, somehow HE was the one doing the dirty work, while I supervised.  He didn't complain even with a ton of left overs in the trash bags after cleaning out the fridge.  I really didn't think I could have possibly thrown it away because I just don't do stuff like that.  But I had cleaned out and switched purses the other day and thought the gift card might have gotten tossed in with miscellaneous stuff to be pitched.  I had looked EVERYWHERE and the only possibility left was the trash.  EXCEPT for a pocket I didn't remember I had in this other purse, oops...found it.  I felt so bad.  Mike lovingly hugged me after I discovered it and said "Thank you.... (pause)...for allowing me to dig through the trash."  Um...you're welcome?  I know, I have the best husband.  I really do.

Oh, and while searching for the gift card, I found a watch in our couch cushions that isn't mine.  Weird, huh? Any friends of ours missing a watch?  Our new couch has kleptomaniac tendencies apparently.