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April 16, 2008

Love Me, Love Shoes

We have all seen the commercials where the long legs of the beautiful actress are used to gain attention to the product being sold. You say you have no idea what product they are selling? That is because, if you are like me, you are looking at the shoes. I absolutely love shoes. I consider shoes a form of art. There are so many shapes of shoes and just thinking of all the different textures gets me excited. If you want to have a fun shopping trip, go together to shop but concentrate on shoes. Try on wild ones. Have fun with it. If my husband wants to spoil me, all he has to do is go with me to the shoe department of my favorite department store. Spoil your wife/husband with a trip to buy new shoes/boots, they will feel special and you’ll love how they look.

Love For Sale

Remember that old Beatles’ song, “Can’t Buy Me Love”?

Don’t you believe it.

To a hard-working wife, “stuff” is a wonderful benefit. Yet, guys, come on– we women really don’t want the stuff that gives us more to do– toaster ovens, food choppers, coffeemakers. Those are things we expect. They are part and parcel of the job, ya know? By now you husbands probably have arms up in air, eyes rolling, wondering aloud, “Well then, what?”

Jacuzzi.

Oh yeah. The staff of life. Men, we women want a Jacuzzi.

Maybe you men think we wives have it easy here at home all day. Yeah, right. That’s why you have this insatiable desire to quit your job to stay home with the kids, right? Deep down, you guys know that we women work hard, 24/7. We are always on call. Dirty diapers, health insurance applications, soccer practice, math homework, sick kids, babysitting, cleaning toilets, telemarketers… And it is sometimes very stressful. So unless you husbands are willing to rub our backs all night and work out those tension knots (which isn’t a bad idea, either), what women want is a Jacuzzi. I don’t have one (not yet– still working on it) but someday I’m going to get one. Just the thought of sinking my weary, worrisome carcass into a hot tub of bubbles and fragrance make my heart melt and my eyes glaze over.

You love your wife? Prove it. Get her a Jacuzzi. ;)