*how to step over my clothes left all over the floor
* how to distance himself from me in public when I get too embarrassing (he picked that one up from the kids)
*how to steal all the blankets and pillows while we sleep so I'm left unsupported and freezing
But the most important thing it's taught him is to not argue with me when I tell him what I want. If he asks, "What should I get you for your birthday?" and I respond with, "A tile saw," he's long past the point of trying to talk me into a diamond ring.
Or maybe he's just long past the point of having to take back all the gifts that - in all fairness - most girls would appreciate.
So this year as our anniversary was approaching, I told him what I wanted. Not in the hinting, beating around the bush kind of way, unless you count sending the link of the item already placed in your Amazon shopping cart indirect. Because I'm not that kind of girl.
You know what kind of girl I am?
I'm a girl that wants a ukulele.
I've always wanted one and now that Liz has one, I'm dying inside.
Guess what showed up on the doorstep? For me? So spooky...it's like he could READ MY MIND. I love a good surprise, especially when it's accompanied by a tracking number so I can keep tabs on said surprise.
(Get it? TABS. Uke humor.)
Follow-up: It's now two weeks later, and I've been banned to the bedroom for playing since it's got a door. That can be shut. No worries - I've still got one fan in the family.