That's the first thing I said to my husband yesterday.
A few months ago I mentioned offhandedly that someday I'd like to have an electric bass. Elwood immediately started watching the classifieds. "Here's one for $300," he said some weeks ago. He might as well have said, "You can go pick one up in Samarkand" -- money is tight just now with me in school and I didn't think twice about buying a bass at that price. After a few weeks, it moved from Samarkand to Boston, which is to say that the price in the classified ad dropped to $150. Closer, but still out of reach.
Yesterday we picked Elwood up after work and I thought, "What's he carrying? It's too long for a tennis racket. Oh, my goodness, it's a bass. And he's got the amp in his other hand."
He found a cheaper one in the classifieds at work. He didn't ask me about it because he knew I'd say no again. He bought it without telling me, just because he thought it would make me happy. He was right.
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