mops vs. flowers

i love a man who knows my mind. and my heart. one who knows i would rather have a patty melt and a mop than candy and flowers.


he came by the house yesterday morning, after i’d already gone to bed. when i woke up there was a note on my bathroom mirror, “i didn’t stare too long, LOL”. that means he came in and watched me sleeping. i accuse him of watching me drool and he just laughs. “next time, sleep facing the other way so i can see your pretty face”. mush. oy.

when i get downstairs there is another note, stuck to the coffeemaker, “just turn me on”. mmmmm, fresh coffee. i love that even more than a patty melt!

the next note is taped to a cabinet. it’s got a piece of grass taped to it. it’s from my lawn. “the guys from the yard sent me in to tell you that we are thirsty! please give us some water!” i’m, ummm, famous for my un-green thumb…

on the table is a box with a mop thingy in it. he had gotten one for himself the other day and said i just HAD to have one. “it’s just too cool”, he says, “better than a stringy mop. it squirts out cleaner and has disposable pads and everything!” he’s right. i already love it and i haven’t even used it yet :)
he brings me things like hard drives and homemade peach cobbler, cordless drills and tuna casserole, locking doorknobs and a Men in Black video, almond praline ice cream and a lawn mower (for mother’s day). he wondered about bringing me strange gifts. and i told him they weren’t strange at all, they were useful. and needed. and always exactly what i want.

some gifts are not so tangible as others. he gives me the gift of sleep and fixes dinner for my kids. he cleans up the house and folds laundry when i have a migraine. he mows my lawn and cleans the hair out of the bathroom drains. he found me the perfect shareware for saving my passwords and locking my kids off of their PCs. he burns me ‘driving to work music’ and groovy software CD’s.

when i finally sat down at my PC, i found a saturday lottery ticket. i MAY just be a bazillionaire, but i didn’t remember to check the numbers… the lottery ticket was taped to a vase. in the vase was a single, long-stemed, peach colored rose.

you know … flowers actually don’t suck.

i love you, honey. grundles.

Comments

  1. marky said June 30, 2002, 12:55 pm:

    (*)

  2. kd said June 30, 2002, 9:09 pm:

    that is sooooo sweet. i feel all mushy just thinking about it :)

  3. annessa said June 30, 2002, 9:28 pm:

    That’s so incredibly sweet.
    A man who brings power tools is definitly worth keeping.

  4. ratface said June 30, 2002, 9:58 pm:

    he likes to cook, too… :) after 3 years, my extra 15 lbs can attest to THAT!

  5. kat said July 1, 2002, 6:30 am:

    aww, that is so sweet. *sniff*

  6. Lorraine said July 1, 2002, 10:46 am:

    Just color me green. (Sigh)

  7. reb said July 1, 2002, 11:03 am:

    now -that- is real love. :)

  8. Suzie said July 1, 2002, 1:38 pm:

    you are very lucky. and you know you are lucky, which makes you lucky and smart!

    (and, by the way, he’s just as lucky to have YOU)

  9. say-say said July 1, 2002, 9:48 pm:

    Awwwwww. So sweet.

  10. Kelly said July 4, 2002, 6:36 am:

    Lucky girl! He sounds like a great guy. And, is it just me, or is it not just too perfect that he likes to watch you sleep? *sigh*

  11. denea said May 13, 2003, 8:21 pm:

    owwwwwwwwwww i think every women in this world wants a man like that.