It’s important to be married to someone who gets you.
Someone who not only knows your strange, little quirks, but embraces them.
When we moved into this house, the downstairs bathroom was broken. Not the whole bathroom…just the toilet.
We tried to fix it, but it turned out the problem was bigger than we originally thought, and so it’s taken some time.
On Sunday, Real Man went to Sears Hardware to pick up the last (hopefully) part to make it right.
Now, over the summer, I started picking up a few items here and there to decorate said bathroom in a beach theme.
Real Man thought I was a little silly with the beach theme and registered his…concerns…however, he let me run with it.
So, imagine my surprise when, on Sunday, Real Man came home and called out, “Aim? Can you come here for a minute?”
I followed him out to the garage where he was standing behind his Jeep, opening the trunk.
“I made an impulse buy today, and I can return it if you don’t like it, but I think you will.”
It’s the most godawful, cheesiest thing I have ever seen in my entire life and I love it more than I can say.
Does that guy know me, or what?
