Sometimes

Sometimes... well, really, often, I'm an idiot.

Like this morning.

First some context. Dh and I don't exchange gifts on a regular basis. It's never been our thing, in part because he'd probably forget and I'd be sad, so it's easier to not. But! When we find The Perfect Gift, it's a matter of fun to get it for the other person as a surprise I just knew you'd like this for Christmas or a birthday.

Today, he was looking for our food thermometer (a purple Thermopop) to temp the milk for his caramel macchiato. It wasn't clean, so he had to wash it and I said idly that I needed to check their offer emails to get a second one that can be dedicated to the espresso machine. He mentioned then that maybe he'd like a Thermapen after all. I'd suggested one a few times but he'd always declined. (We also have a DOT. And this timer, which I adore. If it had a clock, it would be perfect. I've email ThermoWorks to beg them to awake an alarm clock, that timer has worked Perry up at time, which is a miracle.)

Anyhow, he wanted a Thermapen, there was even an open box sale. He came to check it out, picked the blue one, and I ordered it.

I am an idiot. I should have said 'oh, I'll order one at one point when they are on sale. Blue? Grey? Yellow?" and saved it to give him for his birthday.

Sigh. Missed opportunity.

I'd say I could hide it until his birthday but while that trick works well with ADD Linnea awaiting a peach hoodie, it might not work as well with a spouse-anticipating-a-TOOL!