So. I told Husband that I had a gift planned for him.
"Uh huh?" (Well, he was driving...)
I told him that I was going to get him a dog. First he looked confused, then after I explained the word DOG, as he didn't hear it, (L*rd knows what he actually heard...), I said I would get him one in the spring, he could pick out "his" dog, as the last one, Rudee, was my choice.
"Oh. Okay." Small smile. Nod.
Uh. I didn't expect handsprings, but geez. He has never been real demonstrative, but sometimes I really think the man needs a bit more caffeine.
And we played with my half finished sock last night, it DOES glow, so when I finish it, I will put a lighted and dark photo on of the effect. (They should give my feet that healthy green glow! Heh!)
So, Husband, if you are reading, I love you, even if you don't get real excited about 'stuff', and Happy Birthday!