For some very strange reason, I had convinced myself (with great conviction) that David was getting me a puppy today. I don't really know why I thought he was...well, that's not entirely accurate. Monday night, we had this totally random and very quick conversation about dogs, getting another one, how I wanted a baby (dog that is), and then the conversation ended abruptly. So I twisted that innocent chat into a fanciful reverie; I even told people at work I was getting a puppy. How weird (sick) am I?? So I get home from work, and my wonderful, thoughtful, loving husband has my very favorite (and very hard to find) Dove chocolate truffles in a beautiful red velveteen heart box and an adorable little devil waiting for me. I smile and said thank you and asked
"You don't have a baby for me?"
The bewilderment in his face made me realize how completely daft my thinking has been all day. After explaining why I thought I was getting a puppy, he said he felt bad because he didn't. I'm nuts I tell ya!! I turned a perfectly wonderful gift into a hurt feeling. I love my husband. Not for what he does for me, but because he puts up with me, deals with my derangements, and loves me despite it all.
MY LITTLE DEVIL
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