Preface: I LOVE MY HUSBAND. Period. He’s a hilarious goofball and that’s why I married him. He puts up with my crazy shenanigans and does cute things like this and I wouldn’t trade him for anything! (Not even for the shirtless Channing Tatum that I may or may not have pinned on Pinterest….several times)
With that said.
The Hubs was a total jerk this past weekend.
How do I know this? Well, for starters, I was there when it happened. And also, I now own this lovely piece of equipment:
Gifts from The Hubs come in three categories:
1. Special Occasion
2. Just Because and
3. Feeling Guilty
The coffee-maker was of the latter variety.
I admit, I am easily appeased by new, shiny things. After years of struggling I have come to accept my own shallowness…BAHAHA, not! I was totes okay with it from the beginning. Anyway, the Keurig was also a bribe. Due to The Hubs’ assface-ery this weekend I now have approximately 53729 gazillion embarrassing stories that I *could* be telling about him. But, I’m not, because I know that all the good times we have together far outweigh the bad. And because I promised not to. And because I have a brand new, shiny, adorable, YELLOW (squee!) Keurig coffee-maker.