I've asked Ivan like
Let me just say this. I'm a blessed woman. My man can paint toenails as good, if not better, than I do. And I went to beauty school. So, I was hoping I'd get a new paint job, after some lotion and maybe a little foot massage. But, again, I didn't ask for specifics.
Two nights ago, 10:00 rolls around, and I've all but given up. I'm laying in bed, telling myself that I WON'T ask again. It's just not quite so enjoyable when I've had to ask numerous times. To tell the truth, in a perfect world? I wouldn't have to ask at all. He'd be asking me, "Honey, can I do your feet?"
But I digress.
So. Ivan had spent the day reorganizing his workshop. Getting his tools and bags just how he wanted them. He was so excited. He pulled me back there and showed me a big, empty bag. "This is my project bag. When I've got a project to do, I'll just put everything I need in here, and it's all together. When the project's over, I put everything back and the bag is empty again. Isn't that cool?"
I was so glad to see him excited about organization!
Back to 10:00 - I've given up. I'm laying in the bed working on some Sudoku puzzles. Lo and behold, I hear him rustling around in the hall closet - he's getting my nail stuff! Yay!!
He gets started. I've got numerous foot filing thingies. You know, the glorified nail files, for your heels? He starts there. Yay! I'll have pretty feet again!
Where are you going, Ivan?
He's gone like - 5 minutes.
Here he comes.
That there on the right? What was in it.
Let's look a little closer, hmmm?Yeah. That would be a sanding block, a wood shaver, and yeah. His drill.
Be still my heart.
You think maybe that's why I had to ask 3 times?
No wonder he's not asking me if he can pamper me this way! :) Methinks a professional pedicure should be on my Christmas list.
P.S. Guess what? They didn't work. None of them. That 'ole foot filer did the job, as always.
P.S.S. I love my husband! I'm sure if this were our first year of marriage, I would have been just a little offended. Now I'm just. . . tickled. You know somebody loves you if they're not afraid to put a drill to your feet!
And my feet may still not look good (no polish), but they sure are soft!
What a fairy-tale, romantic life I live!
What's the most romantic, or misguided romantic thing your husband's ever done for you?