The Man has a (deserved) reputation of being a rotten gift giver. His imagination doesn't run too far beyond books, CDs and DVDs,all of which are nice, but unneeded in our house. Even when he does give me jewelry or some such, it's seldom to my taste.
So when I saw the big box in JR's room wrapped in "festive" paper (read, recycled paper of the sort the kids use for artwork), my heart sank.
Nice as it was to get an anniversary gift, I fully expected it to be something I neither wanted nor needed.
"It's awfully big for a vibrator," I deadpanned.
"The box has to be big because of the attachments," he returned with an equally straight face.
Finally, I pulled off the paper to reveal:

A KitchenAid Artisan Mixer. The incredibly expensive mixer I have lusted for, especially since we got an over the stove microwave and now have enough space for a mixer on the counter!
To some people this may seem an unromantic gift. But if you've read this blog for any length of time, you know how into cooking I am. This mixer will make my cookie baking binges far easier. I won't have to worry about burning out my food processor's motor on a batch of ruggelach. I won't have to deal with our puny hand mixer when I'm whipping egg whites for a pavlova. Heaven!!
(And everyone at work agrees this is not what one staffer described as a "spatula" gift. The response from everyone has been "cool!")
The Man has won several contests for logo designs for the county where he works. There's always been a prize--one being a gift certificate for a large local mall, and he used that towards buying this for me.
My only complaint is I would have liked it in cobalt blue--one of my favorite colors, but he wasn't able to get it that way. Oh, well, the silver tones will look great in our blue and white kitchen with the silver handles on the cabinets.
My mouth is still hanging open today over this. The Man is feeling very pleased with himself, as well he should.
And SC said "Oh, so that's why we kept going over to the mixers at Sears!"
That's why, SC. And I hope that if and when you and JR have men in their lives, they're as cool as the Man.
I mean, he's STILL a pain in my ass and exasperates me every day of our lives.
But he really does know me, doesn't he?