Firstly, the comments are finally working! Woo!
Anyway, I've gone from an incredibly busy couple of weeks to everyone - and I do mean everyone - canceling on me this week. Them's the breaks, I guess, but damn if it isn't frustrating.
I'm trying to be constructive by doing things like cleaning this filthy house, doing some of the creative things I've been neglecting, and trying really hard to not be depressed by the general state of affairs.
But, you know, it's amazing how someone you love doing something completely random and sweet can bring a week up a few notches.
So, I'm was sitting in front of the computer yesterday feeling sorry for myself because I was home way too early because yet another client canceled and the phone just was not ringing when in walks Super Husband. I was actually a little concerned he would be about as depressed as me seeing how as I've had very little money to contribute to the household this week, a week where all the big bills are due. Instead, he was smiling.
It was a good smile and not the kind where I wonder if he's rigged something to explode, which is always comforting.
He hands me a bag and launches into a story about how the temp worker in his office declared that dammit, she wanted sushi and someone was going to have sushi with her! Taking pity, he went with her.
Funnily, I would normally be upset if he had sushi without me, but I was too focused on the bag in my hands. I opened it as he mentioned he felt bad about having sushi without me, so he stopped in the little store downstairs from the restaurant and picked me up a couple of things.
He didn't get the last few words out before I started squeeeing.
In the bag was a huge cannister of wasabi peas and a bag of something with a lot of Japanese writing on it.
Seeing my confusion, he explained that while the temp had spent time studying in Japan, she had learned that there was a particular brand of instant miso soup that everyone ate. It was the best brand on the market, and lo and behold, the store had it!
So, yes, he bought me wasabi peas and this:
If any of you understand my love affair with miso, you'll understand why these gifts absolutely made my day. It was so incredibly sweet of him to think of me, and it definitely made things seem not quite so bleak.
It's funny how soup, even the gift of soup, just warms you when things seem so cold, you know?
This morning, after awaking to yet another day of no work, I decided that I would partake in my awesome miso soup and get some late-winter cleaning started. (I hate spring cleaning. I prefer to do it before winter is over so that I can do things like start planting my herbs.)
I set the kettle to boil and pulled out my lovely soup to prepare it.
There was one problem with this:
Yep, the directions are all written in Japanese. Now, granted, it's instant soup, which I think "just add water" is pretty much universally understood, but I wasn't sure. It could've said "just add vodka" for all I know. (They have vending machines that dispense "used" schoolgirl panties, so you never know with these folks. And, no, I'm not linking to it, you can look that up yourself, you perv.)
I had a hell of a time getting into the package, but finally managed to figure out the "helpful" little pictures on the upper left of the bag. Each bowl of miso comes from two small packets, one filled with an actual miso paste and one that has the dried bits of green onions, tofu, and etc. (This is a full step up from the instant soup here in the states that's usually a powder.) Preparation was as expected, but what shocked me was the dried bits. See, they didn't look much beyond basil with some white bits, but after a few minutes of letting everything cool and dissolve I discovered rather large leaves of seaweed floating in my bowl. It was like magic!
Yes, I'm easily amused, and yes, it was delicious.
I know it seems silly to focus on something like a bowl of miso soup, but you know, it was a thoughtful gift of something I love from someone I love and that has infused it with the power to lift my spirits on days like this. I'm good with that.
Enough with the sappy stuff. There's more cleaning to do.
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Screw flowers! The way to a woman's heart is through random little gifts of things she loves and cleaning your own toilet.
Anyway, I've gone from an incredibly busy couple of weeks to everyone - and I do mean everyone - canceling on me this week. Them's the breaks, I guess, but damn if it isn't frustrating.
I'm trying to be constructive by doing things like cleaning this filthy house, doing some of the creative things I've been neglecting, and trying really hard to not be depressed by the general state of affairs.
But, you know, it's amazing how someone you love doing something completely random and sweet can bring a week up a few notches.
So, I'm was sitting in front of the computer yesterday feeling sorry for myself because I was home way too early because yet another client canceled and the phone just was not ringing when in walks Super Husband. I was actually a little concerned he would be about as depressed as me seeing how as I've had very little money to contribute to the household this week, a week where all the big bills are due. Instead, he was smiling.
It was a good smile and not the kind where I wonder if he's rigged something to explode, which is always comforting.
He hands me a bag and launches into a story about how the temp worker in his office declared that dammit, she wanted sushi and someone was going to have sushi with her! Taking pity, he went with her.
Funnily, I would normally be upset if he had sushi without me, but I was too focused on the bag in my hands. I opened it as he mentioned he felt bad about having sushi without me, so he stopped in the little store downstairs from the restaurant and picked me up a couple of things.
He didn't get the last few words out before I started squeeeing.
In the bag was a huge cannister of wasabi peas and a bag of something with a lot of Japanese writing on it.
Seeing my confusion, he explained that while the temp had spent time studying in Japan, she had learned that there was a particular brand of instant miso soup that everyone ate. It was the best brand on the market, and lo and behold, the store had it!
So, yes, he bought me wasabi peas and this:
If any of you understand my love affair with miso, you'll understand why these gifts absolutely made my day. It was so incredibly sweet of him to think of me, and it definitely made things seem not quite so bleak.
It's funny how soup, even the gift of soup, just warms you when things seem so cold, you know?
This morning, after awaking to yet another day of no work, I decided that I would partake in my awesome miso soup and get some late-winter cleaning started. (I hate spring cleaning. I prefer to do it before winter is over so that I can do things like start planting my herbs.)
I set the kettle to boil and pulled out my lovely soup to prepare it.
There was one problem with this:
Yep, the directions are all written in Japanese. Now, granted, it's instant soup, which I think "just add water" is pretty much universally understood, but I wasn't sure. It could've said "just add vodka" for all I know. (They have vending machines that dispense "used" schoolgirl panties, so you never know with these folks. And, no, I'm not linking to it, you can look that up yourself, you perv.)
I had a hell of a time getting into the package, but finally managed to figure out the "helpful" little pictures on the upper left of the bag. Each bowl of miso comes from two small packets, one filled with an actual miso paste and one that has the dried bits of green onions, tofu, and etc. (This is a full step up from the instant soup here in the states that's usually a powder.) Preparation was as expected, but what shocked me was the dried bits. See, they didn't look much beyond basil with some white bits, but after a few minutes of letting everything cool and dissolve I discovered rather large leaves of seaweed floating in my bowl. It was like magic!
Yes, I'm easily amused, and yes, it was delicious.
I know it seems silly to focus on something like a bowl of miso soup, but you know, it was a thoughtful gift of something I love from someone I love and that has infused it with the power to lift my spirits on days like this. I'm good with that.
Enough with the sappy stuff. There's more cleaning to do.
____________________
Screw flowers! The way to a woman's heart is through random little gifts of things she loves and cleaning your own toilet.
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