I Like Rain

Certain phrases have been ingrained in my psyche. Sometimes, they are from movies, a cartoon, words a child says before they understand the rules of our English language. Sometimes, they are phrases that I'll make fun of. Some are from childhood and some have been established since Troy and I have been married.

When Mom would be frustrated with my siblings and/or me, but not to the point of really being angry, she would say, "Slowly I turn, step by step, inch by inch...." I have no idea what this was from, but I still use it today.

When I was little and worried I was in trouble, I would ask, "Are you mean with me?"

Troy and I laughed at the exercise equipment commercial that shows the girl holding the waistline of a pair of jeans about five inches from her waist saying, "My fat jeans don't fit anymore!" Whenever we are feeling silly we use slurred, nasally voices to say, "My fat jeans don't fit anymore!"

Which brings me to the title of my post. Last night, Troy and I were at Target and I handed a last minute purchase to the cashier. It was a package of gum, the new Wrigley's "5". There are three flavors: Cobalt, Rain, and Flare. I decided since I have already tried Cobalt and Rain to try Flare. I wasn't sure, because the name "Flare" seems a little to cinnamony-hot for me. When I handed the package to the cashier, obviously a gum connoisseur, he said, "I like Rain. Have you tried Rain? I like Rain. Cobalt is good too, but I like Rain better. See?" He then showed me that he, in fact, had a package of Rain flavored gum in his pocket! Well, I also like Rain, so I changed my mind and exchanged the Flare for Rain.

So, from now on, if I'm trying to decide between two different things, I think I'll say to myself, "I like Rain."

Priceless

Parking for the Colorado Home and Garden show: $5
Admission to the Colorado Home and Garden show: $12 each
Leaving the Colorado Home and Garden show and realizing that we liked the Park Meadows store The Great Indoors better: Priceless


Dinner for two at Angie's Italian Restaurant: $30
Gas to drive around town trying to buy the Indiana Jones Movie Series: $3/gallon
Coming home and working together on a jigsaw puzzle until midnight: Priceless

But, Honey, I Did It For You

Troy and I decided not to go out to dinner last night for Valentine's Day. He had a long day on his work project and I had a long day at work. I was in no mood to stand in line at a restaurant. So, I stopped by King Soopers on the way home to pick up something special, yet simple, for dinner. (Can I just tell you I love the George Foreman Grill?) Our grill was covered in snow and it was too darn cold to be outside grilling anyway. So I picked up ready-made salad, potatoes for the microwave, and two nice NY strips, and ice cream. I love convenience. It's amazing that after a long day of work, I can go home and make a really nice dinner in under ten minutes.

I've been kind of in a bad mood the last couple of days. (I think it's a girl thing.) But I wasn't thrilled about spending even 10 minutes in the kitchen after a day of work. I divulge this information because it will help you appreciate the next 30 minutes of my life.

I walked into the dark house, groceries in hand. I yelled, "Hello" to no response. I assumed Troy was in the shower. Then I heard him say, "Honey, come up here." I looked upstairs and thought, "I know it's Valentine's Day, but I'm really hungry and unless there is a bed covered in chocolate covered strawberries, I'm not very happy." So I took a deep breath and asked God to help me appreciate anything that was waiting for me. Little did I know......

Troy was in the bathroom. My initial thought was "He ran me a nice hot bath, with candle light, and chocolate covered strawberries." (Can you tell I'm craving chocolate covered strawberries?) I walked in the bathroom and was struck speechless by what I saw.

There before me stood Troy in his boxers with a shaved head and a towel full of newly shorn hair. With a huge smile, he said, "Happy Valentine's Day!"

I burst out laughing. It was the kind of laughing that comes when all emotions hit your brain at once and laughter is what comes out of your mouth. Troy was heartbroken and then a little self conscious as he said, "But, Honey, I did it for you." At that point, I wanted to cry because I realized how much he looked like a little boy standing in front of me seeking approval.

We've had several discussions in the past about the fact that I think bald heads are sexy. As Troy was resenting his receding hairline, I was cheering it on! He told me about a week ago that he should just shave his head. I said, "I think you should." Hence, my Valentine's Day present. I love Troy. I don't care if he had purple hair down to his knees I would still love him. Having a shaved head just added to my admiration.

Last night, as we were watching Deal or No Deal I noticed that Howie Mandel (the bald host) has an earring. I said, "Maybe, now, you should get an earring."

Did I say that with my outside voice?!?!?!?!