I told my husband two months ago what I wanted for my birthday. I handed him a knit picks catalog w/the item duly circled and highlighted and sticky noted.
Well, late last week, he asked my ‘what do you want for your birthday?’ I figured he was either an idiot or had forgotten all the work I did letting him know way ahead of time. So, I told him again, figuring if he got right on it, there was still time for a package to arrive…well, that didn’t happen either.
So I get home from work yesterday (yes, I had to work on my birthday! There should be a law!!) and I tried to ignore the gift bag on the kitchen table. Finally I asked if I could look inside…well, I picked it up and it felt as if it was empty except for the tissue he had crammed in there. In the bottom was a birthday card, so I figured there was going to be a note written inside that said my present had been ordered or that he was taking me to yarn shop to get the yarn and needles to make a wrap I have been drooling over.
No such thing! It said to go look by the recliner! Now I was getting excited…a treasure hunt! I raced into the living room as I could hear him chortling in the kitchen. There I found a package that I thought was a movie on videotape, if they even make those anymore. Nope, it was Denise Interchangeable Needles that he somehow managed to find at a store in town! He felt he had lucked out because I had told him how much I thought the other option would cost…but I was happy…he got what I asked for!
Then this morning I got to work, and one of my friends walked over and handed me yet another weightless gift bag (I’m beginning to be a fan of these!) and there was a gift certificate inside for $50 to a yarn shop out in Gig Harbor I’ve been wanting to go to!!! What a way to start the day!!! Matter of fact, this yarn shop is one Debbie McComber was just at signing books at, but I had to work and was unable to go.
Speaking or work, I’d better get back to it. Just had to share.
pat.
