I love my husband. I love him for reasons far too numerous to even attempt to list. One of the many things that I love about him is that he notices things…when I get my hair done, when I try a new lip color, when I am wearing something new. Interestingly enough, this thing that I love about him is also the thing that drives me crazy about him. He notices things…like when I am wearing something new. Every. Blessed. Time. I suppose that it goes without saying that this endearing little quality of his gets me in trouble on a fairly regular basis, because if I am wearing something new, I bought something new. Again.
I have often wondered if I would prefer a completely oblivious mate, and therefore shopping without immediate repercussions, but have settled on no…the trade off is worth it. Until this week, that is. This week, his skills escalated to a level that I didn’t believe possible. Imagine, if you will…we are in bed, reading, chatting, catching up after a long day. Suddenly, he looks up…”Do you smell that?” he asks. “Smell What?” I reply. “It smells like new shoes” he concludes, and looks straight at me.
I have been caught red handed. The beautiful new Jeffrey Campbell Boots that arrived this afternoon and were immediately stashed in the back of my closet have been sniffed out. It is official…my husband can now smell when I go shopping. Awesome.
