The other day Jigger came home with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "What have you done?" I asked because neither of us can truly keep secrets from the other. It's like we're each other's kryptonite and whatever one does the other instantly knows. He didn't say a word and just handed me a plastic shopping bag with something very hard inside. A bit skeptical I peeked inside and while I'm not really a squeeing kinda person I think I did just a little.
"Really?! Is this for me?!"
"Awwwwww thank you!!"
So what was in the bag? What makes a non squeeing gal go squee? Diamonds? Fur? Gold? Nope. This:
This isn't exact but it's close. He bought me a little tiny pot that's big enough to make about 2 cups of tea in and not much else. I've been complaining about how it's winter and freaking ass cold and I can't always make tea when I want. So he found a little pot for me to be able to make tea in our part of the house whenever I want. I am so seriously spoiled.