My wife wants it again. She's got her eye on the prize. Yes, she wants to become a repeat winner of the coveted "Wife of the Year" award.
Last year, she jumped out to an early lead with the sexiest Valentines Day gift ever: a 42-inch plasma TV. She continued to hang on to her lead throughout the summer by watching an insane amount of World Cup soccer with me, even going to bars at 10 in the morning.
It seems like she is trying to duplicate her strategy this year, though she started a little earlier in the year. For my birthday, she hooked me up with a sweet snowboarding trip to Vermont. For Valentines Day, I got some nice snowboard pants to replace my 1996 Bamboo Curtain pants.
She's definitely starting her mid-year push earlier this year too. Last night she came home with a pretty sweet surprise: tickets to the Arcade Fire show on May 8th.
Yup, she's my wife. And I'm lucky.
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Turns out there are no really nice, romantic lyrics by Arcade Fire. Lots of great lyrics, but nothing nice enough to, say, put in a blog comment to your husband. So, I'll just say this...I love you. Husbands, watch out, TFMITW is in the running for other global titles too. ;)
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