Excited to be off of work and even more excited about the snow that was falling, I pulled into the driveway Friday after work...and there it sat. The. Box. I gave it a quick glance as I approached the front door, as to not give it too much attention...afterall, no big deal right? I placed my key in the door, turned the knob, nudged the door open and went inside (all the while tapping the box with my foot (gently to get it out of the snow) and into my house. My hands were full.
My foot tapped it right inside the door and nuzzled it perfectly between the dry sink and the pile of shoes that desperately needs to be put away. It sat that afternoon, that evening, that night, into Saturday morning, Saturday afternoon...I was pretty sure that I was not wanting to peek at the contents quite yet. I just kept stepping over it, pretending not to notice.
The box just might still be sitting there, except for my 'everything has its place' husband who can't stand to have things just laying around. I chose to ignore the sound of the box landing on the kitchen counter, the sound of the packing tape being ripped off the cardboard, I just kept reading posts on Fertility Friend (my latest obsession). Then he said it.
"Oh Honey, you probably don't want to see this."
Really??? Because I can think of about 100 other things that may have been better to say my dear husband. So of course, I immediately jumped off the sofa and scurried into the kitchen to check it out.
I acted intrigued...we laid everything out and cleared a spot on the counter. There it sits...since that time I have paid no attention to it. We. Are. Not. Friends...I figure we have until the 22nd of this month to bond...needles...ouch!
My foot tapped it right inside the door and nuzzled it perfectly between the dry sink and the pile of shoes that desperately needs to be put away. It sat that afternoon, that evening, that night, into Saturday morning, Saturday afternoon...I was pretty sure that I was not wanting to peek at the contents quite yet. I just kept stepping over it, pretending not to notice.
The box just might still be sitting there, except for my 'everything has its place' husband who can't stand to have things just laying around. I chose to ignore the sound of the box landing on the kitchen counter, the sound of the packing tape being ripped off the cardboard, I just kept reading posts on Fertility Friend (my latest obsession). Then he said it.
"Oh Honey, you probably don't want to see this."
Really??? Because I can think of about 100 other things that may have been better to say my dear husband. So of course, I immediately jumped off the sofa and scurried into the kitchen to check it out.
I acted intrigued...we laid everything out and cleared a spot on the counter. There it sits...since that time I have paid no attention to it. We. Are. Not. Friends...I figure we have until the 22nd of this month to bond...needles...ouch!
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