A million years ago...when I had a "real" job - a real horrible job - The Man bought me this little tchotchke to hang off the side of the potted plant in my office. Geeze Louise how I hated that job, but my office was so dang cute. Well, now my 'office' is the kitchen, the laundry room, the playroom, etc. So Little Bunny's been hanging off the lampshade in The Man's home office.
A week or so ago, the kiddos & I were out at the kitchen table
doing whatever it is that we do when we're home trying to stay quiet so Daddy can get his work done doing eduational crafts, when we heard a small crash followed by a loud NOOOO!! I asked what happened and was promptly told I didn't want to know. Which really made me want to know. Turns out, Little Bunny had lost his grip on the lampshade and had shattered into tiny pieces on the floor. Buddy Boy assured me that Daddy could fix it with glue. (The Man can work serious miracles with a brush bottle of krazy glue.) But I told him Little Bunny was beyond repair and was going in the trash. At which point, he got all choked up and told me he'd go to Target with me to get another one. When I told him that Little Bunny didn't come from Target and that I was sure we would never find another one...let's just say things got very sad at our house.
Later that evening, I walked out into the kitchen and found my Mr. Fix It working miracles with his glue. The fact that The Man cares about these silly little sentimental things...well, it makes me more than happy, it makes me feel like a pretty lucky girl.
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