Hubby is so good to me. On the outside he seems like a gruff guy but honestly, he’s not at all. Just to prove what I said is true, last week he had an errand to Fredericksburg. He asked if I wanted to ride along but honestly, my to-do list is full so I have to get a few things off that list. I sadly told him no-and I told him I guess that means that I’ll miss a chance to get a truffle. See, they have truffles at the Farmhouse Bed and Breakfast and Hubby and I stop and get one most every time we go through town. He informed me that this was a farm trip and he likely wasn’t going to stop anyway.
He left-I got busy and forgot about the whole conversation until the next morning when I woke to see….a truffle on my computer keyboard…(yes I know it desperately needs to get cleaned)
one of my charging cell phone….
one on a project I was working on….
One on my ratty ironing board…
one my sewing machine….
One in my cereal bowl….
and one in the silverware drawer.
I’ve tried to get him to tell me if there are more. Seven seems like an odd number to buy. Then again…maybe he bought eight and ate one himself. He keeps telling me that I can keep looking though.
I’d prefer a fun surprise like this over flowers..or over any gift given out of obligation like Valentine’s Day or my birthday. This is my kind of present.
See that gruff old guy is really a softy.