So here's the deal. Every holiday Geoff out-does himself (and me, dangit!) and gets me way better gifts than I get him. He starts shopping months before the actual holiday, writes down things throughout the year I had mentioned I wanted, switches bank account and email passwords, haves the gifts mailed to his parents home, etc. He's a gift-giving ninja! Me on the other hand, am the worst. This anniversary however, I thought I'd step up my game and surprise him with AppleTV I noticed him eyeing down the night before. (Yes, I shopped the day of, apparently I'm a guy.) I was so excited to give the better gift and finally win, but I didn't win in my opinion, I think we tied. Probably because I'm still not even sure what AppleTV is anyways. I spent 5 minutes with some hip guy in a teal shirt and black rimmed glasses listening to "all it does". Still, not so sure.
Annnnnnyways, I made decoy coupons and gave him those first. Two "Free Hug" bucks and even one "Public Hug" buck. I was pretty bummed when I saw how stoked he was on those. THAT is how much credit he gives me?! Unbelievable. I must be even worse than I thought I was.
-He's never walked into our house without a huge grin on his face. The first thing he does when he comes home (seriously, even before taking his shoes or man purse off) is hug and smooch us.
-Everything is more fun with him. I try to wait to run errands with him because he can make the DMV feel like Disneyland. For reals! Also, when I take him grocery shopping with me we're guaranteed to spend an extra $50 then we would have. (Strictly on Pepperidge Farm, Keebler Elf, and Hershey products of course.)
-He does everything, and is good at it. If he runs into something he doesn't know how to do, he learns how. I'm really not just saying that either, ask anyone. Actually, this one probably shouldn't be on this list because it actually irritates me.
-He checks multiple technology blogs multiple times a day.
-He tolerates my OCD. Even at 1:00 AM, when I'm tossing and turning because there is a mess somewhere in the house, he gets up and cleans with me. (I swear I don't ask him to, I'm not thaaaat bad of a wife.)
-Shhh....Sometimes he thinks about Baby V going off to college and he gets misty eyed. (Okay scratch what I said earlier, I am that bad of a wife.)
-He buys clothes from the little boys section sometimes. I drew the line when he almost ordered a suit from Crewcuts for our wedding. CREWCUTS!
-He doesn't call me out when I pretend to not know how to turn the DVD player on, pay bills (or "junk mail" I like to call them), empty the gross vacuum bag, etc.
-He genuinely loves to help people. If someone (anyone!) has something they need done, he practically begs them to let him help. Seriously, if you're wanting to do something all by yourself, don't tell Geoff. He will hunt you down and help you wither you like it or not.
-He wakes up early every Saturday and gets us donuts. A dozen of them.
-He gets bugged when I sing "his part" (Finn's part) when we're listening to the glee soundtrack.
-He's a busy body. I'm trying to think of a time I've ever seen him sit down...
-He's deathly afraid of spiders. Homeboy mows the lawn in boots and checks under the toilet seat before using it every.single.time.
-I have so much fun with him. Every night feels like a sleepover. (except better because I don't wake up with my hand in a bowl of warm water, BONUS!) We get super slap-happy and stay up way too late laughing about stupid things. I'm pretty sure we're the worst neighbors.
-He's never been grumpy in the 5 years that I've known him. It's actually kind of unsettling.
We are such slackers for scrounging through my moms fabric cupboard slash finding a size 2/3 leotard the day before Halloween. For how much we love the holiday you'd think we'd be better about making sure her first costume was nothing short of amazing. But let's be real, with a petite figure like that, (not!) what else was she supposed to be?
We only got one trick-or-treater, and we had to walk around our hood like candy-poisoners to find him. I have so much candy to eat, I don't even know what I'm doing blogging.