I wasn’t kidding about the flatbed scanner death. Prime example: here is a photo of a photo. My ‘something blue’ were my toe nails. And the kilt idea? Totally his. Of course, I backed him up 100% — how could I not? For those interested, he wore Black Watch.
Happy birthday to my wonderful husband. The man who…
1. Convinced me I had been hiding behind my glasses for twenty-two years and to finally ditch them. He saw me for who I was and convinced me that my self-esteem was battered and bruised. I trusted him and took the leap. People I was friends with who only knew me with glasses, don’t recognise me at all without. I took them off for our wedding photos.
2. Washes pots and pans because he knows I hate to do it. I was turned against them as a 16-year-old faced with congealed gravy with skin, and had to delve into it sans gloves to clean the thing. I also knew I couldn’t have at it with the brush or the scrubby. In my own defense, I’ll wash them if I absolutely have to.
3. Heats my cold toes up even though they could double as a cold compress. They get cold even if I keep shoes on.
4. Signed up for a channel package which included BBC America seven years ago to make me feel more at home.
5. Surprised me the first Christmas we were married with a stocking full of British goods, including Irn Bru, a Double Decker, British sausages (they were technically in the fridge), Ambrosia Custard and a few other lovelies.
6. Puts me above all else and has foregone Scout Roundtable meetings and other things to take care of me if I’ve had a bad day.
7. Puts the lid down, and then flushes. Classic microbiologist trait.
8. Loves me implicitly.
I don’t think I could quite sum it up as I did 3 years ago. Here’s the link, go see for yourself.