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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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9:49 p.m. - 2005-05-08
See? This is why I can’t hate Mike too long. Every time I think I have him pegged, he up and surprises me. My husband totally outdid himself today. Not only was there breakfast in bed (waffles and sausage), there was a Mother’s Day cake (humongus ¼ sheet with real buttercream frosting), there was a beautiful new vase stuffed with lilacs and apple blossoms from the yard, and then more goodies on top of that! He bought me a new bed set. Mattress and box spring, plus one of those memory foam mattress toppers. This is a huge deal for me. The old bed set came with the bed when I bought it. I’d fallen in love with that curly iron and brass bed when I toured the old house the first time before signing the lease. I made an offer on the bed to the exiting tenants. They accepted happily. Saved them the trouble of moving that monster. They left mattress and box spring too. Both had seen some hard wear already and I’ve slept them ever since. Like for the last 15 years. Worn? The thing was a hammock with a headboard. Oh, I’d talked about getting a new mattress, but did I? Nope. Not me. I’d go to Hell for spending money on comfort. I’ve relaxed a bit with other things like clothes and good hair. I’ll ‘indulge’ with those. But a whole new mattress and box spring set? Just for me? Yeah right. Then the memory foam dealie. I’d NEVER buy one of those. He knows this. They say it’s the thought that counts. They’re correct. Mike thought about what I’d never buy for myself, then went and bought it for me. I feel bad I’ve been thinking such mean thoughts about him. It’s weird. There’s truth and there’s truth. I know damn well these junk cars he keeps dragging home are meant to be a spit in my eye. Bombed out clunkers for the bombed out clunker wife. Then he’ll turn around and buy me a bed. A super-duper bed with the nifty expensive foam thing too. Confusing. It’s not the monetary value of things. Truly. It’s the message. He knows I need a badass car just like he knows I’ll forever cheap out on buying things that are too ‘selfish’. Why he indulges one and denies me the other is something I will never understand. He’s like this with everything. Cold, harsh, indifferent to who I am in some areas and so very very nice about others. Classic passive-aggressive bait and switch. And before anyone asks, yes, I DO talk to him. Whether he listens is up for grabs, but I do not expect him to read my mind. Unfair. Totally unfair. I don’t hint. I don’t sigh. I don’t make him jump through hoops he doesn’t know are there. I am explicit and direct. Yet he’s okay with being nasty when it suits him and a sweetheart when that mood strikes. Pure Gumpian chocolate, I never know what I’m gonna get. I do know what I’m gonna get tonight is a good night’s sleep. Tonight and many nights to come. ZZZZZzzzzz….~LA PS: Happy Mother's Day to all you rockin' moms out there.
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