I mean, I GOT my husband's birthday gift.
As in I didn't buy it, I received it.
My mixer was dying a slow, painful, noisy, scary death. Even though I knew I needed a new one, I couldn't bring myself to spend the money.
But my husband, whose birthday is in a few weeks secretly got in touch with my parents and his parents and asked them to use his birthday money to buy me a mixer.
Who does that? My awesome husband, that's who.
Thank you, honey.
I LOVE it, and I REALLY love you.
I'll thank you better when I get back home.