Yesterday we were getting our van repaired and while that was going on we decided to window shop at a really cool furniture consignment shop. I saw a baker's rack that was really nice and that I would love to have. Hubby looked at it too and thought it was a nice piece but we had to leave the shop to pick our van. Hubby said maybe we'll return the next day and get it.
This morning all thoughts of the baker's rack had left my mind. I was more focused on the laundry and the ongoing problem with our van. Hubby dropped me off at the laundromat and went back to talk to the mechanic about the van. He returned to pick me up about an hour later. We ran a few more errands before returning home. I stepped into the kitchen the baker's rack was there waiting for me. I turned and looked at my husband who promptly said that the other day I looked so sad when we left the furniture store that he had to get it for me.
I love that man! :D