A few weeks ago I skulked into the office.
"Aaron...I want a food processor."
A couple years ago he bought me a Vitamix for Christmas. For that very same Christmas his parents gave us a food processor. In our infinite wisdom, Aaron and I assumed we didn't need both (they do the same thing, right?) so we exchanged the food processor for some other kitchen stuff we needed.
As it turns out, they don't do the same thing. It has taken me two years to admit my folly in returning my in-laws' generous gift.
"Amazon has some...they're just under $100." I flopped into his extra office chair.
"I know, $95 right?"
I cocked an eyebrow.
"I was going to get you one for your birthday tomorrow."
The man, he knows me.
You know you're getting old when you get a small kitchen appliance for your birthday and you like it.
(Also, this is the second time in two months that I've written "I love you" on a picture of an appliance. Should Aaron be worried?)
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