I mentioned last week how my coffee maker mysteriously just up and died? It was really a tragedy... there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Because I get up at five thirty in the morning, and with no coffee maker at home, that meant I had to wait until NINE when I got to school, before I could have any coffee in the mornings. That is A LOT OF HOURS without coffee.
I was planning to buy a replacement, and mentioned off-handedly that it would be nice to get one with a timer so I could set it to make the coffee before I was actually AWAKE. I wasn't really planning this, because a new coffee maker wasn't really in my budget, and I was planning to buy the very cheapest one I could find. I was only a few steps away from taking Kanga up on her offer of her old spare coffee maker that she takes on camping trips, and really I was mentioning fancy coffee makers with timer contraptions much in the same way you might mention how nice it will be when we all have hoverboards like in Back to the Future.
Seriously, though, it really WILL be nice when we all have hoverboards.
Anyway. Thursday night? I had worked all day and played with my babies and cooked dinner and cleaned and bathed them and put them to bed and cleaned some more, mostly solo because Joey has an evening class on Tuesdays and Thursdays this semester, which I am NOT a huge fan of, but that's just how it goes. And I had done all of this and the house was spotless and the week was OVER and I was fairly exhausted. I had just settled into a big tub full of hot water and bubbles, when Joey came home and asked me to fix him a plate of the dinner he had missed. I grumbled a bit at the injustice of this, but heaved myself up and dried off anyway, reminding myself, "You LIKE to serve your husband. You WANT to be sweet and loving. Even if it is TOTALLY unreasonable for him to expect things like this, and actually kind of weird that he would ask..."
(Usually Joey is fussing at me to STOP taking care of everyone else and go take a nice relaxing bath, for heaven's sake.)
And what do you think was waiting for me in the kitchen?
Oh yes, he did.
"I wanted to take you to go pick one out, but I knew you wouldn't get the one you really wanted. The cheapest one there was seven dollars, and I knew you would pick THAT for yourself instead of a good one. Is this one okay?"
He had had some cash and some gift cards stashed away (A genetic compulsion... his mother once announced she wanted to buy a house, and then produced a hefty down payment, in cash, that she had accumulated in A SOCK) and had been wanting to get me a present for a while, but didn't know what would be a good surprise.
You know what's a good present? Being married to this man.
And also, my new coffee maker. It is shiny and has the coffee hot and waiting at five thirty in the morning for me, and does pretty much everything except run to the grocery store and BUY the coffee.
It is a stubborn, stubborn wall that won't come down in the face of all this love, is what I think.
On a lighter note, I have been waiting literally WEEKS for an opening to blog this little gem of a Lucy and Joey conversation:
Joey: I like my coffee like a like my ladies.
PAUSE for comic effect
Lucy: *waiting for the punchline (hot? sweet? Puerto Rican?)*
Lucy: But you don't LIKE coffee.
Joey: Leave me alone! I like ladies. Punk.