Kind Like Katey

I got home from work the other day and there was a present sitting on the table.

An actual wrapped present.

It was a pretty decent-sized box, wrapped in red paper with polka dots all over it.

I looked at Stacy.

“There’s a present on the table.”

“Yes,” he said, all excited. “I got you something.”

Then he immediately followed it with, “It’s not much.”

First of all, I have absolutely no idea where this man found that wrapping paper. He had to search high and low through this house for that shit because I know damn well he didn’t go buy it.

But still. My husband had wrapped me a present for absolutely no reason, and he was clearly pretty pleased with himself.

So I opened it.

A fucking leaf blower.

“I got you a leaf blower, babe!”

Yay me.

Nothing says romance quite like new yard equipment.

But apparently Stacy had gotten himself a present too.

He went outside and came back with a brand-new weed eater.

So just to recap:

He bought me a leaf blower.

He bought himself a weed eater.

Granted, they’re both battery powered, which is actually pretty nice. They’re lightweight enough that I can easily use them, so I’ll give him points for that.

The next morning, I was walking with my mom and telling her about the very thoughtful gifts Stacy had purchased for us.

I told her, “He bought me a leaf blower and bought himself a weed eater.”

And Mom, without missing a beat, pointed out exactly what kind of marriage this apparently is:

“So you get to blow and he gets to whack.”

Well.

There it is. 😂

Twenty-something years together and apparently we’ve reached the his-and-hers power-tool stage of marriage.

And the worst part?

I actually kind of like my damn leaf blower.