The DH bought a lot of stuff from back home, all useful, all essential. However my favorite was this.
The DH maintains he took one look at the watch and thought immediately of me. I blushed beetroot red when I heard this. After 12 years of marriage, the only things that remind him of me are vegetables. Pearl onions remind him of the arachuvitta sambhar I make, beetroot and carrots remind him of cutlets and puff pastry sheets remind him of the vegetable puffs I whip up.
I floated on air all day and later that night as I was trying the watch on, I looked at the brand name. Not able to believe my eyes, I went looking for the box it came in to make sure I was reading it right.
The brand is called S-E-K-S-Y and yes, it is spelled exactly like that. I asked the DH if he had looked at the box before buying the watch. “Why would I? You’re not brand conscious. So it is not a Rolex or Longines, but it is a good watch” he argued. “I don’t care for brands” I replied “only it’s called Sexy. It’s a little weird.” I said. “Don’t pay any attention to that, no one’s going to want to know the brand name” he said, confidently.
Wouldn’t you know it, every person who has seen the watch wants to know the brand name including people at work. I have had to look at the watch and exclaim “Oh, look at the time, I have a meeting/appointment/call.” a lot in the past few days