I was trying to come up with something writing related, or story related, but honestly, I'm doing revisions, so I'm kind of writing-ed out. Then I saw Beth's post and thought, "What a good idea," and went with it because the Hubs came through this year in a major way.
Oh, don't get me wrong, he always goes for thoughtful gifts, but this year, he chose thoughtful + practical (and, yes, way more expensive than the budget called for, but sometimes you just have to go with it). Words can't do it justice and I'm worded out any way, so here's the picture:
It has 36 airbags, 12 different massages, and even massages the bottom of your feet--and with synchronized musical massage if you so choose. The only bad part is, it hasn't arrived yet, so I'm suffering through revisions without a proper massage. I know, poor me. LOL.
The thing about this chair is, yes, it's nice. Yes, it's indulgent. But what many of you might not know is that I was in three car accidents in three years, back to back, 19, 20 and 21 years ago. After the first accident, I was partially paralyzed and had to learn to walk again. (All three accidents were not my fault, btw...)
Hubs was part of my therapy. When I was crying in pain after all the physical therapist offices and massage centers were closed for the day, he learned how to do trigger point therapy. He was the one who would poke those darn knotted muscles until they released the fire of lactic acid build up. He was the one who climbed into the tub one night in his work clothes when I couldn't raise my arms above my head to wash my hair and sat there crying silently at how useless I was. (You have to know how positive a person I am to truly understand how utterly devastating this must have been to have reduced me to this point.) He did this for me.
Luckily, those accidents happened when I was young and healed quicker and better than this 20 year older body does, but we were newlyweds. We weren't living around any family, knew next to nothing about health insurance and medical procedures, and muddled through this nightmare together. He learned how to cook so I wouldn't have to stand for long periods of time. He did the laundry and made do with gray socks. He also made do when he wanted to make "something" else... (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). He's put up with a lot.
Luckily, I had no long lasting complications from the accidents, but the body's older, I've been sitting more recently (and, yes, have joined the gym to counteract this inactivity), but the back still has the pains. So he did his research and ordered it all for me.
And if you don't think that's romantic, well, just wait until you've been married 21 years. Trust me, it is.