The Return of Phantastic Phriday

Phantastic Phriday was a little thing I started last year. Each post gets the phollowing heading and we go phrom there! (My phavorite post being this one.)

***In honor oph it being Phriday, and in rephusal to submit to boredom, I have decided that the Letter F shall phrom here on out be replaced with a PH (except phor in pictures which I have no control over)***

Ok so I got so into thinking about my love phor Phantastic Phriday's that I totally phorgot what I was actually going to write about! How dare me! And here I thought my mine was working at least phiphty percent better than yesterday.

Well whatever the idea, it is gone. So there is no other choice than to go with a new idea. I'm a writer, I've got plenty oph ideas. This should be easy...right? OPH COURSE!

So Irons. (What?! I looked around my room an it was the phirst things I saw!)

My husband is phanatical about ironing his clothing. And well at one point the iron that we owned was less than mediocre. It was all rusted out and it had a tendency to burn a shirt here and there out oph sheer dephiance. That's right! We had a dephiant Iron!

That Christmas we were short on phunds (oh wait...that's Every Christmas! LOL) and I thought I would get my husband something practical that he could use, but something he liked ... and I made the mistake oph buying him an iron!

Ok wait wait wait. I didn't pick out just any old iron. I picked out THE iron. It had a digital display (phor the digital computer genius) it was green and it was lovely. I was SO proud oph this gipht. And I'm talking SUPER proud, can't believe I thought oph such a great gipht proud!

I mean look at this little guy! Isn't he hot!!!

So I opened up my giphts, I think he got me an MP3 player or something, and then I hand him his. I'm bouncing up and down in my seat so super excited and he opens it .... and and

He laughed! (I think that should totally be spelled lauphed today though...what do you think?)

Yes he laughed. Because I bought him an iron.... To him it was suggesting he should probably do a bit more ironing. And phor the rest oph the day I was the running joke...wait not that would be phor the last three years(ish) I have been the running joke. Sigh... He even had me lauphing by the end oph the day.

Christmas Gipht PHAIL!

BUT he loves his iron! So THERE!!!

Have you ever given a gipht that you were SO proud oph and you thought the person was going to ADORE it only to have it totally bomb?

The One Who Eats the Onion Deserves a Prize!

(I can't help but say that in the voice of Buffalo Bill..."She puts the lotion in the basket or she gets the hose." ... don't ask!)

I've made a ton of concessions and compromises in my marriage, but none as big as my decision to force a liking for onions. Yes you would think that stopping after three kids, (which turned out to be a good compromise in the end...) handing over the super fluffy feather pillow, (this is a close second) or moving to an entirely new city to accommodate a job change would be bigger sacrifices, BUT no...

Learning to like the onion is by far the largest change I have made for my husband.




Before I met the love of my life I could barely walk into a room that smelled of rotten onion juiciness. I could not fathom eating an ounce of food the awful root had plagued with it's juices. And if you ate anything onion related you might as well stay over there....in the next room...at LEAST 20ft away from me.

So it is with great pride that I announce today, that last night I ate cooked onion...PLAIN cooked onion, well ok, sauteed onion, with my dinner!

AND

I liked it!

Now where is my prize?

What is the largest change/compromise you have made for your significant other that might appear to others as something tiny?