One of the great things about our anniversary trip was that “fun Jeff” showed up, as opposed to “less fun, but still tolerable Jeff” or “Jesus Christ, could his mood get any worse? Jeff”. I see more of that guy than I care to, but it’s usually because of something I did. Or didn’t do. Or broke. Or drove into the side of the house (but that only happened once).
Jeff’s mood is directly related to the amount of sleep he gets and he was working nights the week before we left for vacation, which meant he’d had crappy daytime sleep for a solid week. I was naturally concerned that the Jeff I’d find on vacation might not be the Jeff with whom I really wanted to spend 24 hours a day for several days in a row. Thankfully, he was in great spirits for the entire trip.
As part of his good spirits, Jeff took me to a jeweler in Savannah that had a bunch of funky jewelry in the storefront window and told me to pick something out. He never does this. Never. We usually agree beforehand how much we’ll spend on gifts for each other and we don’t deviate from the agreed-upon cost. Plus, there’s a moratorium on jewelry purchases in our house. There’s also a moratorium on sourdough bread, but that’s a story for another day.
But last week he walked me into the jeweler and over to a display case that had gold, silver and semi-precious-stone items in it (all very reasonably priced) and told me to pick out anything I wanted and it could be my anniversary / early birthday present. I thought for a minute and asked “Anything”?
It was at this point that Jeff made a tactical error. He doesn’t make them often. May be he was a little tipsy, I’m not sure. But without thinking, he replied “Sure”. In 2 seconds flat I took one giant step away from the reasonably-priced items and stepped up to the diamonds. Hello, my pretties!!! I didn’t really expect to get away with it, but a girl’s gotta try! Turns out, “fun Jeff” is also “easily amused Jeff” and he coughed up for a nice gift for me (not too nice – I went easy on him). Guess I’ll keep him another 10 years.