Next week is our anniversary. RCC and I haven't been married but two years, so we're still trying to get good anniversary gifts for each other. I'm enjoying it while I can. Last year, we decided that we weren't going to get gifts for each other - we were going to take a weekend trip instead. So, being the dumbass I am, I took RCC at his word and didn't get him anything. He, being a well-trained male, didn't take me at my word and surprised me with Eloise.
I. was. not. going. to. screw. up. again.
I got him an amazing anniversary gift (no, I'm not telling you - we still have a week to go!). Ordered it this morning, it's being shipped as we speak. I tell you, this gift is amazeballs.
I was feeling pretty happy with myself. Finally came up with the perfect gift; he's been trying to get it out of me and I've been able to keep it quiet. So I'm feeling pretty good.
Right up until I walk into Sam's Club and see this...
I just order him the *perfect* gift and turn around and find his dream mixer? Ugh. What to do?
I'll tell you what I did. I got on the phone called him and told him that he'd better love the gift I ordered for our anniversary even more than he would love the Kitchenaid. I might become a widow if he looks at his anniversary gift and says he'd like the mixer better.
Start saving bail money, 'cause I might need it.