Yeah, so, you know that scene in “A Christmas Story” in which the dad fights with the furnace? Well, you don’t see him fighting it, but you hear it. You see the smoke, and you hear the swearing.
I fight a similar battle in our apartment, but it’s with tupperware.
Every day, I wrestle with our tupperware. I’m always searching for the lid that goes with a specific bowl. Usually while searching in the cabinet, tupperware will come crashing down on me. There is a lot of swearing involved. It’s a daily frustrating struggle.
Mighty, mighty good man David clearly recognizes my struggle, which is why he bought me the best Christmas gift: Tupperware.
I never thought I would be one of those women who gets excited to get something for the kitchen, yet when I opened this gift I almost got a little misty. I didn’t ask for tupperware. I don’t recall saying out loud, “We should throw away all this shitty tupperware and get some new stuff.” David just pays attention.
Not only will all the bowls have matching lids (imagine that!), but the lids snap to the bottom of the bowls, so I won’t have to hunt. It’s amazing!
And, just in case you think he made a lucky guess with that gift, David also bought me four seasons (eight, 10, 11 and 12) of “The Simpsons.” He knows me too well.
Of course, I know him, too. I got him what he loves, too: Beer. I bought him a home microbrew kit.