And the list stops there.

On Friday and Saturday when I was gone, Steve worked on the house, spent time with MY family (he's good like that), attended a bachelor party and...

The list stops at bachelor party.
A few weeks shy of his 34th birthday, drinking shots and closing down the bars at 3 a.m. doesn't equate to a productive next day(s) for anyone our age.

I'm glad Steve enjoyed a night and early morning out on the town with friends, some of whom, he's known since college. I'm also secretly glad my do-it-him-self, always-on-the-go husband didn't complete his original list because it made coming home and doing absolutely nothing MUCH easier for me.