After finally getting showered, dressed and moving this morning, we compiled our list of errands for the day, including a trip to JC Penney to get my new (and rather expensive) watch sized, and got ready to leave. I went to the tree to get the box containing the watch and found the box gone. Not panicking immediately, I dug around a little bit and wasn't able to find it. I then started to feel a little more nervous and went to dig through the trash, thinking it got thrown away in the clean-up yesterday. Still not finding it, and now panicking, I began to tear the house apart. Enter my darling husband, wanting to know why I was throwing our couch pillows all over the living room. Upon hearing my plight, he too joined in the search. The watch was nowhere to be found. Kevin volunteered to check the dumpster, remembering we'd taken out some boxes yesterday. This suggestion caused me to burst into hysterical tears. Not one to be swayed by my hysterics (I think he's used to them by now), my determined husband marched into the bedroom and put on a green sweatshirt that the day before I had declared I hated, and proclaimed it the perfect dumpster diving uniform. With flair, he put it on and struck a hero pose, promising to recover the missing watch IF upon his return I would declare him my hero. I was still crying, so I don't know if I ever agreed. He made a grand exit, only to return seconds later to announce it was raining and he needed the official dumpster diving COAT too.
Minutes passed and I waited anxiously for his return, having now calmed down to sniffles. I continued to search the house, rechecking places we had already searched. It was about 5 minutes before he returned, with a small smile and his hands behind his back. My triumphant dumpster-diver had heaved himself into the huge dumpster, using his well-toned military muscle, pushed aside a couch and a tv and found the box containing my watch. Relief brought on another bout of tears, but rest assured they were also accompanied by lots of hugs and kisses and thanks.
Kevin then asked if this meant he was the hero of the day. I proclaimed him hero of the YEAR, to which he promptly replied, "Well, that sucks, there's only one day left!" He has a point. So I am proclaiming him my Hero of 2006 instead.
The watch is now safely on my wrist. And the Hero has permission to wear that nasty old green sweatshirt whenever he wants.... as soon as I wash it.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
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hi NavyBride!
Since you were so nice to read and comment on my post, I had to come and read yours! SO funny. I had to dumpster dive in my first job out of college...I had thrown away huge documents containing mortgage papers! And I didn't have the green sweatshirt. Nope, it was more like heels and hose. I will never forget the smell, the ants and the coffee grounds! But I got what I was after!
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