Sorry to Brag, Ladies
he's a keeper
Today is a little different; I’d like to do something I never do. If you’ve been a regular reader of this little space, you know all about Brent. Sarcastic, witty, quick w/ a comment only if it’s to poke fun at me, Brent. Normally I’m right there w/ him, matching his digs blow for blow. Some couples show their love w/ compliments and adoration; we prefer to insult each other like a group of middle school boys.
This weekend, though -yesterday in particular- Brenty really upped his game. For starters, he went w/ me to the supermarket, which is always a nice treat.
For brunch, I’d found a carrot apple bread I really wanted to try. The only problem w/ this plan was that I didn’t have a box grater, which kind of puts a damper on the whole shredded carrot and apple agenda. After trying to stuff the carrots through the Veggetti (yes, there's really a product w/ that name, and yes when I bought it at Kohl's they PA'd over the whole store to ask somebody about where the Veggetti was and I was dying) which works fine on zucchini (and probably only on zucchini), I started whining to Brent about what a flop this was.
Me: I really need a box grater.
Brent: Don’t you have one?
Me: No…..don’t you want to run out and get me one?
Brent: Can I get it at Ace Hardware?
Me: A hardware store?
Brent: Well, what the hell is a box grater?
After calling the hardware store and confirming they do, in fact, sell box graters, Brent raced off in the rain so I could continue on w/ my carrot apple loaf (found here). Worth the trip, we both agreed.
After brunch I wandered into the bedroom and saw the bed was made. This would have been absolutely fantastic, but I had mentioned to Brent how I wanted to wash our sheets and I was convinced he made the bed in an attempt to get me to forget so I wouldn’t bug him to help me put fresh sheets on. I was about to start in on the whining again when I noticed the glimpse of color under the duvet wasn’t the red we’d had for the last few weeks. I lifted the duvet and saw fresh sheets; he’d even gone into our wedding registry stockpile and found a brand new set. If that doesn't get your cold, shriveled, long-term relationship heart beating faster, nothing will.
Three cheers for B, the man behind the blog. Behind every great blogger…well, you know the saying.