I’m fixin’ to make this A to Z challenge my bitch, y’all. Day one and I’m feeling a bit too cocky. We’ll see how I’m doing after day 3.
Friday was our 10th wedding anniversary and my husband took me to the inn in Eureka Springs where we were married. (Aww. He’s so sweet.) Then he surprised me again with two eternity bands that go around my wedding ring. (Stop it! He’s on a roll.) Dinner. Champagne. (Not Boone’s Farm. The fancy stuff.) He even made me a card. He pulled out all the stops.
Here’s the problem…
We had a deal. Last month, Volker (my husband) came home and announced that he had purchased The Big Green Egg (a ridiculously expensive and incredibly ugly grill) that would be our anniversary gift. Then over the course of the next several weeks, random accessories would show up DAILY for said grill. (Ok. Whatever. We’re celebrating. I’m sure he’ll need all three grill lights at some point.) So, when our actual anniversary comes around, what gift do I have for him? Nothing. Well, I did pick up a block of salt for grilling fish. Yep. A giant block of salt for my spouse with high blood pressure, oh, and my undying love.
Happy Anniversary! Have some salt and here are a few extra beta-blockers. You’re welcome.
Did I mention that HE MADE ME A CARD?!
He did this on purpose. All part of his plan to guilt me into doing things I should already be doing.
Volker: Are you going to put away that suitcase? It’s been sitting there for two weeks.
Me: No. It has winter stuff in it and it’s now spring so when I unpack it I have to be prepared to gather all the winter stuff from the closet and put it in the attic, then get the spring stuff out of the attic and put it in the closet. It’s a huge ordeal and I’m not ready.
Note: Normally, this is where he would remind me that I still have flip flops and swimsuits in our closet because I never put summer away and that our closet looks like a thrift store exploded and I would continue making random weird excuses until he just gave up but instead…
Volker: Your finger looks so sparkly.
I’m not falling for the ‘this will be our present’ thing again. Although, I should have known better, who would get their wife a grill for their anniversary? You know, other than every. man. ever.
I do love my new sparkly finger…and my husband. I’m a lucky girl.
American German – language lesson #32
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