We went out yesterday to pick up some things, and ended up at the mall. We had gone through most of the mall and still couldn’t find the Spencer’s or the Hot Topic, when we passed this weird store that had random stuff in the window (including a yeti mom-bag that was somehow a cooler, but also looked like the bag my mom took towels to the beach in). I pointed out a lava lamp, because I think (and I’m pretty sure I’m the only one left who thinks this) that lava lamps are cool. And then I said, wait, don’t buy me that! It’s originally $65, down to $45 and we are not paying that much for a lava lamp. (My husband does this thing, where if I say “I like” or “I want” about something, it becomes mine, unless it’s a really bad idea, which I -have- done before. He does this because I never actually ask for things, I just look at them for a really long time until he leaves to look at something else, and then I follow. So he made this new rule so it’s easier to catch me wanting something, because he says I don’t do it enough.) He glances over his shoulder, sees (what I think is) the lava lamp, takes my hand and completely turns around, and starts pulling me into the shop we just passed. I start loudly whispering “No, Baby, we can get a lava lamp at target for less than 20 bucks, don’t you buy me a lava lamp!” and he keeps pulling me into the shop anyway. Past the lava lamp, and we stop in front of this huge shelf that goes all the way to the ceiling, and it is filled with leather bags of all shapes and natural colors. Of course I’m just standing there speechless, because it smells awesome and I love touching leather and then he says “ok, pick which one you want” and then I instantly panic.
Instant. No thoughts happen. I touch pretty things and I look at the price tags, and I feel like I’m trying to push my thoughts through molasses.
Relly starts picking up bags and holding them out for me, “ok touch this one, do you like it?”
Eventually we decide to go outside so I can breathe for a second and think. He puts aside a small black leather bag that is purse sized and very very soft.
He says he has been saving money for a bit and wants to buy this for me. Oh and that he hates the purse I have now. (He bought me that purse, too! I am indignant but now feel I understand better, maybe I can talk him into buying me a less expensive purse -spoiler:it didn’t work) He says all kinds of nice things, like he loves me and wants me to have a very nice awesome sexy purse that I like. And I argue, because money. We change our minds about the purse 3 more times before we make it back inside, and then he takes my hand and we go back into the store, and (with some slight issues with the cash register that make me panic more) buy the purse. I don’t smile until I am holding it, and the sales guy looks so confused at me, after all, I’m being bought a very expensive purse, why would I look so serious? And then I break into this huge smile and hold the plastic bag holding the purse to my chest as we walk through the mall, and just kind of stroke the plastic, saying “it’s mine, it’s my baby” to myself like a small child would hold a doll.
We go to the car to drop off bags because we have one more thing to buy and he makes me put my new child in the trunk of the car. I stomp my foot and tell him no but eventually I doit, and we go back in and buy him some shelves for his office, because his desk will arrive tomorrow. (We are doing all of this as late christmas for each other due to unexpected finances in December, and remember, I haven’t been able to leave the house since very early January because I got the flu and then other things happened.) He is very happy with his shelves.
On the way home, I’m holding my purse, now out of the plastic bag, and he says, “you deserve it.” And of course I start crying because it’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever touched (except Relly’s penis, because that’s an actual wondrous magical item, I swear) and he thinks I deserve this beautiful, soft, sexy, functional, leather purse that is the most wonderful thing ever, so it just strikes me how much he must think of me, and he must love me a whole hell of a lot. So I’m just swept up in this wave of love and emotion.
So here is a picture of my purse, you guys! (This was originally posted on Facebook. Also, I can’t get the picture to load to blogger, sad sad.)
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