No more gushing about the husband, but he was very, very nice. To me. Through hours of grumpiness. I owe him a backrub or two...
But it's late, and I'm rather tired; we stayed up late last night watching Scrubs, eating apple cake, and tiptoeing into the kitchen periodically to view our new... refrigerator! The used hunk-of-junk we'd bought upon discovering our rented home didn't COME with a fridge stopped keeping food cold a month ago.
One disastrous order with Sears and much sniffing of the milk later, we received this from a different company entirely:
Isn't it beautiful?
Not to mention Energy-star certified (the least we can do), and the smallest regular size at 18.3 cubic feet. I am of the opinion that Americans overestimate their need for refrigeration, and anyway, we have plenty of room (sorry about the rotation, but note the convenient cheese drawer on the upper left):
By the time the chilluns come along, I hope to have a root cellar and a chest freezer.
And here are the presents of the hour:
The vase is lovely, much-needed given my predilection for flowers, and I kept finding lovely wrapped bars of lavender soap (another weakness of mine) around the house yesterday from my darling husband, but this, this is what makes my heart sing:
After making two slipcovers with what kindergarteners use to cut construction paper, these chrome-covered, carbon-steel babies with a lifetime guarantee and a snick that resounds with the angels make me go all soft inside.
And, as requested by my m-i-l, some belly shots, one taken last night as I dig into presents:
15 pounds gained, many clothes outgrown, and a definite waddle beginning to develop. 11 weeks (out of 40) to go!
2 comments:
It's BEAUTIFUL!!! The "frig I mean ( and yes, your belly too-)almost an outie there...
I would have that fridge's babies given the chance. They would run around being all fat and cold and it would be wonderful.
I CAN'T BELIEVE I DIDN'T REMEMBER YOUR BIRTHDAY! Damn. Wasn't even on my radar. I had a perfectly good excuse to go buy something frivolous at the Wild Oats farmers' market and didn't even realize it.
I also want a little chest freezer - I have the perfect place for it right by the washing machine, and I could make actual meals and then freeze them. A root cellar, on the other hand... certainly not on my to-do list.
My mom has a pair of Gingher scissors that's she's had since before I was born, and we were NEVER allowed to touch them for the fear that we'd use them on something that wasn't fabric and so dull them or something :) So I appreciate the gravity of owning a pair like that!
anyhow, I owe you a phone call about blogging. I thought about you this morning 'cause i'm wearing an Ole Miss teeshirt... and because I put your little note on the fridge so that I'm reminded at least twice a day how delightful you are to me :)
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