I do make an attempt not to be too sappy or lovestruck when blogging. It's tough when you're married to a guy like Jake. When I talk about him I often get flashbacks to a conversation I had with a friend once who was venting his annoyance about how his brother and sis-in-law gush about each other and still claim that they can't believe someone so wonderful would marry them.
So, I will wish my husband a very happy birthday, tell him that I am more in love with him today than I was on our wedding day, and I will guarantee him that I will make this year his best ever (need I remind you that there is a sock monkey festering inside me).
Today, one of my coworkers forwarded me a "Husband of the Year" email and said that the first pic reminded her of Jake and I. HILARIOUS! Jake wouldn't actually do this because he's always busy/distracted preparing camp feasts while I set-up the tent. Therefore, one side of the tent always has extra cushions and one side of the tent is about as hard as rocks. Yes, I sleep on the cushy side while my chef swears he likes the hard ground. It would be stupid to argue.
However, Jake DOES love his bicycle(s) and I do love sleeping under the stars. So, this scenario is plausible (if it was a cooler, more hard-core tent).