Have I told you I'm obsessed with white dishes?
Well I am.
You could say
So I've wanted a cake plate for a decade. Seriously, a decade. And I saw this one:
and I knew it had to be mine. My precious. Running my fingers along it. Imagining all the delectable delights someone else should bake for it.
And Jeff was all: "Oh you got that, huh?"
Me: "Well yeah I've wanted one forever. . . I love it. . . "
and then I had to justify it some more.
"And you know, it's Mother's Day and everything. . ."
And then it dawned on Jeff. . . oh crap . ..
"That's this weekend? I work this weekend."
Yep, I know. (glance over to my gorg cake plate)
I got myself covered, hon. Don't worry about it.
So imagine my supreese, when I got a large box from UPS.
Oh no, he di-n't.
2 dozen of 'em. I cried a little. Seriously.
So, did I just double dip in the present department?