At first, it all
looked rather innocent. A beautiful spring Saturday morning finds my husband
sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee and a golf magazine.
“Morning”, he says as I come down the steps and head straight for the coffee
pot. “Any plans for the day?” He’s in a good mood, I thought to myself. “Well, I was thinking, maybe we could…..” and then I caught myself in mid-sentence. Hidden
under the golf magazine and behind his coffee mug, I could see the corner of
his brown leather wallet. He tried to move it with his forearm, but it was
there. The evidence is mounting. It’s early morning… coffee is made… kitchen TV
is on… and he is in a really good mood… all leading me to the question I have to
ask every few months…..”What did you buy?”
My
husband, a man who has safely invested
every cent of every raise he has received for the last 10 years into his 401K,
a man who, when it is his turn to grocery shop, sits and cuts coupons
from all three newspapers delivered on the weekends (something I never do). A man,
who every night empties all his change into our “travel” jar - is a sucker for infomercials.
I’m telling you, the man would buy a parcel of land on an Alaskan glacier if it was being sold at 2 a.m., by a stranger promising water front property after global warming sets it. Age, as with so many of us, has altered his sleeping habits making them a bit of a challenge. Hence, there have been many late night “shopping sprees” even more in the very early morning hours.
I’m telling you, the man would buy a parcel of land on an Alaskan glacier if it was being sold at 2 a.m., by a stranger promising water front property after global warming sets it. Age, as with so many of us, has altered his sleeping habits making them a bit of a challenge. Hence, there have been many late night “shopping sprees” even more in the very early morning hours.

But I’m a little confused. “I thought the combination weed wacker/blower/tiller that came last week was going to be this years Mother’s Day gift! He chuckled, “Oh no, I saw the look on your face when you opened it and thought I should go in another direction. This is something you will really like!” Bless his poor, kind, delusional heart.
And true to his word, I came home from work just two weeks before the famed May holiday, and a brown truck was just pulling up to my house. “Hi
Jo Ann, how you doing?” the driver said gathering the box from the truck and
setting it on the front step. “I’m good Dennis, how’s the new baby doing?”…..
(I can’t place all the blame for being on a first name bases with the UPS guy on my husband. I have a little problem with Amazon.com). I then carried the box in the house and set it down in the living room where we walked around it for a week without a mention.
Then, with just one week to go before Mothers Day, I came home and found my husband and my son eating pizza. Homemade pizza. “Oh, that looks great”, I said amazed at the
aroma. “How did you make the dough?” And my husband smiled and pointed to the
counter where what looked like an overgrown blender was squatting. “Here is
your new Ninja blender, slash juicer, slash dough maker, slash food processer, slash
smoothie and ice cream maker!”, he beamed. (All of which I have individual versions of – that he bought). I guess they felt the need to demonstrate "my gift" before wrapping it “Wow, that’s really something.” I muttered. “Yes, it is,” he replied lifting
off the lid and pointing his finger into the huge plastic cavity. “We made the dough in there-cleaned it up, made the sauce in there-cleaned
it up, then put a ball of mozzarella in there, and cleaned it up.” The words “cleaned
it up” were still resonating in my head when he added, “you can make a whole
meal with just one item to clean”. Yes, but apparently several times.

And, I must admit, the cookbook looks intriguing.
My son, a professional chef, said the dough was the easiest dough he has ever
made. Recipes include, roasted tomato & olive bruschetta, chicken tortilla soup, and frozen white sangria. If the recipes and the Ninja live up to my sons and husbands recommendations, this one might be a keeper (and not something I sell at a yard
sale when he is golfing.)
So it's all good and we are all happy....this time. But only a few nights later, the anxiety started all over again when I was laying up in bed reading and my husband yelled up "Hey hon, have you seen my wallet?"
Lol. A man after my own heart :-))
ReplyDeleteThink yourself lucky he didnt go abroad and come back with the deeds to a property as i did lol. Never a dull moment :-)
Yes! I am grateful for that! He is a good man, and I should count my blessings....along with everything else that he buys! Thanks for reading!
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