Every time I think I’m in serious danger of becoming a princess because of all my self-indulgences, I am snapped out of it unexpectedly, usually by my husband. He has a knack of knowing not only what will please me, but how happy it will make me to get what most would consider, at best, an unlikely gift - even question whether these things qualify as gifts at all.Ah, but be assured they do. Only last year did he observe me working in our yard, diligently (and foolishly) trying to pry some pretty hefty rocks out of the ground using a shovel for leverage. He left the house, saying he’d be back shortly. When he returned, it was with a gift that made me laugh with glee. I never thought of myself as the kind of girl who would be excited by having her own crow bar. But it’s all mine. I use it all the time for something or other and I take great care of it - not that a crow bar requires much maintenance.Now, this spring we’re planning some “serious” yard work. Actually, the yard has been happily delegated to me. One of my first priorities is getting rid of a considerable number of logs that have rotted out and are a legacy of the previous owners. You might think a wood chipper (a la Fargo) would be his next “gift” to me. But, he actually did something even more clever. Knowing my need to get rid of the vast amount of rotted stumps as well as my love of throwing things out (just ask my kids) that haven’t been used in a year, he used his considerable influence to cater to both idiosyncrasies. Tomorrow morning he has arranged for the delivery of my very owndumpster (on loan, of course) along with the kind assistance of two men who will help me get rid of stuff! What could be better than your own dumpster, even if it’s just for the day.You know, our anniversary is coming up. I’m kind of hoping for a chain saw.
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