Wednesday, September 06, 2006

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count Thy Dyson

My husband. A nearly perfect human being. Excellent father. Fantastic husband. Great friend to everyone he meets. One of those people that everyone loves and you always feel better after spending some time with him.

Not a huge romantic.

In our early marriage, faced with the undaunting task of providing me with a memorable Valentine's Day, my husband came up with the incredible idea of getting me a heart shaped pizza for dinner. (I know) If that wasn't delightful enough, he purchased said pizza with ingredients on it that I don't even like. (Seriously) And for the real kicker, he ate that pizza with some friends of ours before I got home. (Really, I know)

Since that humongous error in judgement, my poor husband has suffered a ration of crap from everyone who knows of that hilarious story. Whenever we spend time with our friends The Goode's, Stan invariably brings up that story much to my sweet husband's chagrin. I always get a chuckle out of it, although I DID NOT find it so funny on that particular Valentine's Day.

But today, my husband made up for it BIG TIME. Today is our 9th wedding anniversary and my husband surprised me with a brand new pink Dyson, AKA The Machine of My Dreams. I know what you're thinking; getting household appliances for an anniversary is almost as bad as getting a heart shaped pizza for Valentine's Day (sorry sweetie, I couldn't resist) But not to me! This vacuum is the coolest thing I have ever been given. I have already vacuumed my entire house, including the kitchen and bathrooms and I wish I could keep going. And because he is extra thoughtful, he bought me the pink Dyson because $40 from the sale of it goes directly to breast cancer research. I KNOW!

I have teased my husband relentlessly over the years for not being as romantic as I would like, but I can say now that I will never again bring up the pizza fiasco or any other lapse in romantic judgement. He truly is a perfect human being and I'm so happy that I get to be his wife.


Nicole said...

Hey, if you really want to keep vacuuming, you are more than welcome to bring that dream machine on over to my house!

Anonymous said...

We are NOT cut from the same cloth.

Anonymous said...

Happy Anniversary you two!! Wish my Dyson was pink. But then I would probably never get my boys to vacuum... Pink=girls, girls=cooties.


Parenting Diva said...

I guess my husband doesn't love me as much as your husband loves you -he said no Dyson for me...