What did John want for his birthday? A motorcycle. For the longest time, Vanda had said that he could get a motorcycle as soon as they buried her body. That took the pressure off of me, because what Vanda says, goes. Well, ~2 years ago she suddenly decided that she did not care if he got a motorcycle. WHAT?!?! Now I have to be the bad guy and say 'ABSOLUTELY NOT'!
Needless to say, he wore me down and I relented. My only stipulation? He had to get more life insurance. Fast forward to yesterday. John asks me if I know what would make him so happy to get for his birthday?
Me: A motorcycle?
John: HA! How did you know?!?
You know 10 years of marriage, I feel like we are sometimes on the same wave-length. I, however, had to put a kibosh on it by asking:
Me: Have you got your life insurance yet?
Pause. Long pause.
John: I do not have a quote yet. I haven't priced them.
Me: You have been pricing motorcycles for the last 2 months. You could get a few quotes.
John: Pffft.
And he pseudo stomps to another part of the house.
(Fast forward 2 hours)
John: Andrea is coming over tomorrow to have me sign all the papers for the life insurance.
Me: Great!
*Goes to show that when John puts his mind to something, he can get stuff done licketedy split!*
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