I had the most fabulous 22+8 birthday this weekend. On Friday night, I dressed up in a new slinky black dress and waited for my husband to come home so we could go to dinner. When he finally gets home, he has a big grin on his face and a big box. (Oooh...presents...early....this is a good way to start)
Giddy, I sat down and greedily tore open the package. Shoes. They were cute. I was slightly impressed, until I looked up and realized he wanted me to PUT ON these black, casual, ankle boots. (Keep in mind I was wearing a slinky, strapless dress.)
He wants me to wear these to dinner.
He looks so happy and proud of himself.
What do I tell him?
Maybe they won't fit.
Please don't fit. I really like my new black dress and I will look RIDICULOUS in these shoes.
"Try them on!" He begs, excitedly.
I slip one shoe on.
Whew...they ARE a little tight.
I go to try on the other boot.
Hmmmm, something is stuck in there.
I peek inside the shoe and see a small white box.
Slowly, and suspiciously I pull out the box...Dan is grinning...smirking really.
I pop open the box and see the most DAZZLING diamond earrings.
"These aren't real are they?" I blurt out. (I sure know how to ruin a moment)
Oh but they are. And they are GORGEOUS. And huge (which will embarrass my husband by my telling you that).
I am one spoiled rotten girl. And it feels great.
And thank GOD he didn't really expect me to wear the shoes.