Well, if not now, you will be after I tell you this... After a leisurely breakfast of coffee and 2 Pecan Sandies cookies (be proud, Mom!), my darling husband told me to take a shower. Just what every girl wants to hear- "Is someone visiting from the garbage dump, my dear, or is that you?"
(FYI, I really didn't want to. No, I don't have anything against being clean, but I do have something against wasting perfectly good Saturday krafting time to stand under running water for a man who professed to love me for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, squeaky cleanliness or babe with body odor.)
But, I did it anyhow. Unconditional love, you know. Okay, I'll admit, I knew he was up to something.
He brought us to a nearby park and produced a blanket and a lunch bag, which he proceeded to unload. Sandwiches (he remembered the light mayo for me! and extra tomato!), 100 calorie packs of Ritz toasted chips, nectarines, 2 diet Cokes, and you guessed it people, more of those delicious Pecan Sandies! A-ha! That's what he was doing while I was in the shower, scrubbing away. We ate under the shade of a large tree while we watched children playing in the park and boats passing by. I thought it couldn't get any better until he brought out the "piéce de resistance-"
Chocolate Covered Strawberries!
Yes, he made them himself, and yes, he fed them to me.
I thought so.
4 years ago