Do You Know How Hard It Is

For me to get myself to the gym?  It's hard, okay?

Yesterday, I was not in the mood.  But I forced myself to go.  I checked Eddie and Jack into the Kid's club at 4:32 p.m.

I walked over to the elliptical machine and set my water bottle in one slot of the console and my cell phone in the other, when I noticed I was getting a text from Sam.

:: Where r u? ::

I tell him.

:: I need u home. ::

Why?  I call him up.  He tells me there's a leak and the sink is spraying water everywhere and to hurry and come home.

There I am elliptical-ing with the phone at my ear, in utter disbelief that he is telling me to come home.  NOW.   I am seriously bugged.  Is he serious?  "Are you serious?" I say (I just got here!)
Yes, he's serious.

But isn't this kind of a man's territory?  I mean, do I have to do EVERYTHING?!!

I think these things but I don't say them because it won't help.  I did sign up to be his helpmeet, afterall.

"Okay," I say.  "I'll be right there."

So I round up the boys and checkout: 4:37 p.m.  "But we just got here!" They say.
No kidding.
I am VERY annoyed.
I get back in the car, drive home, walk in.

Sam is under the sink, there's water all over the floor.  (oh great).  He sees me and begins spraying the commands;  "Hurry and run down to the storage room and make sure there isn't any water shooting out down there!"  I hustle down stairs and open the door to the storage room expecting to see the floor pooled with what will become yet another plumbing bill... 


Instead, I see this sitting on the dry-as-a-bone cement floor:

Huh?
I was a little confused at this unexpected surprise.  I giggled and snatched it quick holding it to my chest like someone might take it from me.  Like it fell out of a piñata.  To say I was excited is an understatement.  I would NEVER have gotten one of these for myself.   Having secretly made an oath (as a teenager) to live a minimalist lifestyle and constantly feeling the guilt for failing miserably toward such an ideal, I would never have even hinted a desire of having one of these (though I reallyreallyreallyREALLY did want one).    I carry it upstairs.   Could it be true?  Is this mine?

Sam is there smiling, trying to dry up the mess from the pretend leak all over the floor.
 

I have been on my new computer EVER SINCE (pretty much).   Doing stuff like this:

 I am having so much fun with this thing

This story is proof that being married to a tease can be lots of fun.  
Is he the bomb or what?