Remember I wrote about the mashed potato device my husband got me as a gift?
First of all, my husband corrects, that wasn't a Valentine's Day gift, but Mother's Day gift. Plus, it was supposed to be from the kids, and he just helped pick it. So I stand corrected.
I don't think my "gift" post had that much to do with this years incredible surprise. I am the proud owner of a Shimpo Whisper T pottery wheel now! Well, I went and bought it second hand myself but DH was the one who said "just go and get one if that's what's going to make you happy and don't worry about where we would put it, you can bring it to my office."
I think that is one of the most selfless acts I have seen him perform. You see, he works alone, as a consultant, is meticulously neat, plus enjoys (and needs) solitude to do stuff involving metals of some sort. Non-Ferrous ones. But now there will also be ferrous ones. Or something like that. Anyways, it is complicated and that's why I think he needs silence.
I always thought that his office was the one place he could escape to without my constant nagging, relentless questions, and constant need for attention. He actually gave that up so a) he can be with me more and b) so I can be happier.
So hunny, if you're reading this, the next years "best gift ever received" post on the Parent Bloggers Network will be something like this:
My husband got me the best gift I ever received.
I can hear you snickering about the followin, and I shall answer accordingly. I can be proper when I have to.
Comment1: knowing you, you will be too damn messy and he will kick you out in a matter of days.
Answer1: That's what my grandmother said when I was getting married, yet 14 years later, he sill hasn't. And you should see me with the mop. Though he did stare a bit at the mud on the ceiling. I have no idea how it got there. Really.
Comment2: knowing you, you will talk so much that he won't be able to concentrate on his work and he will kick you out in a matter of days. Nagger.
Answer2: First of all, see answer1, part 1 re. marriage and my grandmother. Second of all, potters don't talk much. They're much too busy trying to center a lump of mud.
Comment3: knowing you, you will get tired of the whole pottery thing in a matter of weeks and he will kick you out of the house for making him spend all that money. You monkey. Lazy monkey.
Answer3: Enough with the insults. Get a grip. I have been wheel throwing since 11th grade and I never, ever can think of anything more wondrous, more relaxing and more creative than that. It will help with my constant hiatus of creative constipation and I get to stop spending my time sleeping, playing guitar hero and other wasteful activities like shoe shopping. No erase that. Shoe shopping must go on. But less.
Comment4: you suck at the wheel.
Answer4: Yes. I know I am not that good at the wheel. But that's only because I haven't had the chance to practice. You shall see pictures of my creations soon. And that'll spice up this blog. So shut up. And really, enough with the insults.