Once upon a time, in a land far, far away... I was your normal full-time employee at a chiropractic office. I had no children and no commitments... besides said full-time job. The boss told me he was getting his wife some sort of hand held vacuum contraption for Christmas and this became fodder for jokes for the next few weeks. I was sure to mention (because I knew everything, duh) that women do not want things with plugs for Christmas. How unromantic! How revolting! How could he get his wife a vacuum for Christmas? "But you have to know her," he'd say. "She'll love it! She's a clean freak!" "No way." I'd tell him. I felt I had some sort of duty to her as a female. Poor thing, all unwrapping this horrid thing on Christmas Day. I assumed she'd be crushed.
It is interesting how things change. How we evolve into grown-ups, hopefully with common sense and better senses of humor...
Enter Christmas 2011.
I received a steam mop for Christmas. It has plugs. It cleans.
I could have jumped the Hubs' bones right then and there... woulda been awkward for the kids I suppose.
I would have to say it was my favorite gift yet.
... funny how we change.