I’ve tried to write this post about a gazillion times and it just wasn’t getting done because I can’t stop myself from being distracted.
It took me a half hour to write that last sentence.
Still, I must persist and get this written because it’s just so awesome. Last Wednesday my husband came back from getting his haircut with these perfectly colored measuring cups and spoons. They match my kitchen pretty well and I very much love them and I loved the fact that my husband remembered that I wanted new baking utensils in this color.
This alone is enough to cause me to write a husband-bragging post. Kitchen items for no other reason than my husband saw them at the store and remembered that I was on the lookout for them is enough to remind me how much I’m cared about. However, that is not actually what this post is about. This post is mostly about my new car.
HE BOUGHT ME A FREAKING CAR PEOPLE…
Which is basically the cutest Mini Cooper I have ever seen.
While it wasn’t completely out of the blue as we’d been on the prowl for a small, gas efficient car for a year or more and he had repeatedly talked about selling his Harley and buying a little car when he returned from deployment, it was an absolutely unexpected surprise because I never figured it would be now, and I never imagined it would be so dang adorable, and I never thought it would be mine.
So now this sweet Mini lives happily in my driveway. He drives with a British accent and is very smart so I appropriately named him Watson. I also liked Alfred and Simon but Watson is the name that stuck.
Last Wednesday was pretty much Christmas, my birthday, Towel Day, and Mother’s Day all wrapped up into one.
The end.
