I Didn’t Marry Him For His Money


Any relationship goes through ups and downs.  Tony and I are definitely on an upswing.  Life was a little crazy with having kids and buying the restaurant.  We really didn’t have too much time for each other.  But the restaurant craziness is settling down, the kids don’t need us EVERY second of EVERY day and we’ve actually gottenn to have real conversation the past few weeks.

I’ve always had fun with Tony.  And, of course, I think that’s the most important thing when it comes to being with somebod for the rest of your life.  You’ve gotta have fun together.  He’s not a rocket scientist, he’s not wealthy.  But he’s a genuine person with a good heart and a great sense of humor.

A few years ago, right around Christmas, I told him that it didn’t matter what he got me for Christmas.  A sweater, some slippers, whatever.  I DID say that after the holidays, I wanted to finally buy a new faucet for our kitchen sink and a ceiling fan for our bedroom.  (Our craptacular Maronda house came with a faucet -no sprayer- in the kitchen sink, and has the electrical box for the fan in the Master Bedroom, but no fan).  Those things never came.

After about a year, I started giving him shit about it.  Not in a fighting, confrontational way, though.  I would be cleaning out stuff in the sink and I would ‘gesture’ like I was using a sprayer.  I’d add my own sound effects and everything.  Of course, I would sarcastically say “This sprayer is AWESOME!.”  When we would go to bed, every once in a while I would turn on the switch for the “fan” and state “This is broken!”  Tony would innocently ask what was broken.  And I would continue to say that the ceiling fan wouldn’t turn on.

Well, the other day there was something (I can’t remember what) that Tony wanted me to do.  I told him that I would do it as soon as we got the sprayer and ceiling fan.  After three years, this had become just a fun game :)  Well, when he came home from work on Tuesday, there were two boxes on my dining room table.

Ceiling fan and faucet with sprayer.

He installed the faucet yesterday.  I’m so happy.  Having a sink without a sprayer really sucked.  The ceiling fan will go in this weekend. He’s a good egg.

But now, what am I going to hold over his head?


Hey…I got my hair done yesterday, and I’m back to a red head. Me likey :)

redHave a great day!

Categories : life, sarcasm


  1. Jenn says:

    This reminds me of a similar situation – have I got a story to write about . . . thanks for the idea . . .

  2. Heather says:

    Hey, I’m here for ya :)

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