My Anniversary

Ok, it’s been three years. Well, nearly three years because it’s not til tomorrow. The gift for a 3rd anniversary is leather. I thought about buying him a leather whip or strap but that’s not really ME. I thought about getting him a leather briefcase but he doesn’t brief. I thought about leather chaps but that’s not really HIM.

Leather bookmark? Nah

Shoes? Who buys someone else shoes? Nah

Belt? Ditto above. Nah

I thought maybe I’d buy him a big steak and say it was really close to the leather but that didn’t make much sense. You know what I bought.. there is only one thing you can buy a man made out of leather that won’t get you in trouble. I took his wallet and bought an IDENTICAL wallet. Ok, not identical. This one doesn’t have any torn bits.

I thought, “Aha!! He’s forgotten and I’ll be all smug with two presents.” I also got him the new Bill Bryson book. Sure enough at 4pm he went looking for his wallet to shop for something secret. He remembered! The housekeeper told him it must be in his car and off he went. I have no idea what he used for money but he came back with a small package.

We’re even.

Now, if I get up early and bring him breakfast in bed, I’d be ahead.

I’ll set the alarm.