By Diane Ako
Claus has been working hard lately, and I felt sorry for him. One day after work I had planned a whole, special night for him: a favorite meal for dinner, a night off from domestic chores, and a full body massage.
The next day, I was surfing Craigslist and came across a few silly things that I don't need, but wanted:
-Lop eared bunny
-Japanese quail (live)
I would call out the item and ask, "Can I get a ____?" It was a half-serious query, half social conversation.
His usual role in our marriage is one of pragmatist and disciplinarian. He always vetos my frivilous purchase ideas. This dude practices more austerity measures than Greece.
I would justify everything as much as possible in a way he would approve; the quails lay eggs, the goals make milk and cheese. To my total shock, he said yes to everything. "If you want it, sure."
To the pair of goats: "We have to get a bigger house, but sure."
After the fifth item, I was confused and suspicious. I asked him why he's so permissive, when for the last DECADE he's been Mister No.
"After the treatment last night, you can have whatever you want," he said.
Uproarious laughter from me followed by disbelief.
"So every couple of days, feed and rub you and you're putty in my hands for a little while?" I clarified.
"Yup," he said.
For a brief moment I was pleased, and then I realized I was being played. Husband is practicing behavior modification on me!
It's OK. I still want to get the quails.