And really, I have to take a moment and tell you how awesome Adam was through my little ordeal. When I called him at three and whimpered, he said, "So, does this mean I need to leave immediately for emergency Frosty administering?"

Oh, and you'd better believe that within half an hour, I had a Frosty balanced on my forehead and a happy (but concerned) Adam looking over me, and I don't even think he was using my discomfort as an excuse for ditching the last couple of hours of work and/or getting his own tasty frozen chocolate thingy. He sat with me and didn't object to the mini Pixar marathon I had, he didn't mind it when I finally fell asleep and drooled, and he made me soup and offered more Frosty applications.

I mean, really, that's the love.

AND! He fixed the errant J-key.

He kicks ass.