Iven's never been much of a gift-giver. I think he has gift-giving phobia. Around Christmas and my birthday you'll often see him staring into space with the look of a hunted animal on his face. It's gotten to the point where I rarely expect much for either of these big occasions, never expect anything for Valentine's day or our anniversary and would probably fall down in a dead faint if he bought me anything spontaneously.
Well today a miracle occurred. Iven went to the hardware store to buy a new handle for our broom (because I'd worn the last one out taking joy flights over the city every time I had PMS). He came home with the broomstick and this -
Now don't be jealous of my new toilet seat with the soft-close lid. It's not one of those fancy seats with heating. It's just not cold enough here to warrant that - even on our most bitter Winter morning.
The gift has made me feel so special - almost like the time I got a toilet cistern for my birthday (no joke). And being the first to use it ... it just showed me the place I held in Iven's heart and that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
And what did I do to warrant such a gift? Nothing X-rated I can assure you. All I did was complain about having my butt bitten every time I sat down on our old toilet seat. And Iven couldn't bear the thought of my tooshie being hurt
Don't you all wish you had someone who loved you this much!