Today, while nesting (organizing our laundry room and linen closet) I unpacked a box. Yes, that's right, we've lived here for 2 years, and apparently had not unpacked everything yet. The most irritating thing about this box is that I have been looking for things that were in this box since we moved in. I have even called the crazy cat lady we lived with for 3 months when we first moved here, a year after we moved out of her place, to see if we left it. When all along - it's been sitting comfortably on the floor of our laundry room. Walked by everytime we go to our garage or do laundry - probably a good 1000 times. ERGH!
Anyway - in this box was:
1. Mike's diploma from U of Idaho - which he got a really nice frame for last July (2007) for his birthday - and the frame has been leaning against the wall in our office since then - empty. So now we can hang all three of our up in our office and look super super smart and educated!
2. Was a birthday gift Mike gave me our first year of marriage. Mike is an aspiring writer and while I think he is the most amazing, wittiest writer in the world - you'll have to judge for yourself.
"A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than a Lexus. Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. She selects fruit and vegetables and makes us a good salad. She is like the pizza delivery man, bringing food from afar. She gets up while I am still in the shower, and makes bon-bons for me, and yogurt and honey for herself. She considers used textbooks and sells them on amazon.com. Out of her earnings we go out to dinner. She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong from lifting weights. She sees that her reading is enjoyable, and her light does not go out at night. In her hand she holds a cell phone, and her fingers dial the numbers of Amy, Jamie, Jaymie, Stacy, Lindsey, Kayla, Mom, Mom, Ashley, Carrie, and Emily. She opens her Monday mornings to Bre and her Tuesdays and Thursdays to Alisha. When it lightnings, she has no fear for her husband, for he is hurrying to get inside. She makes the bed and stacks uncountable throw pillows on it. Her husband is respected at Hewitt, where he takes his seat among the Johnson & Johnson team. Her plants of Parsley arise and call her for more water, her husband also...he says nice things about her. Many other women make salads, but I did not marry them. Oprah is deceptive and Kate Hudson is fleeting, but Kay Arthur knows what's up. Give her the Dove chocolate she has earned, and let her work bring her praise at Deer Run gate."
A lot has changed since Mike wrote this - almost exactly 3 years ago. But it's really quite amazing how much is still the same.
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