I’m sure it seemed very suspicious. On Monday, Jesse was talking about how we should take a trip to Mexico and when I reminded him that I don’t have my passport, he ground his teeth a little and commented that he didn’t know what he wanted to buy me more, a passport and Sentry Pass, or a new iPhone.
Later that night my phone disappeared. I SWEAR I was not trying to get a new phone. (But I did briefly consider telling him I’d lost it in Mexico.)
I couldn’t very well go out and replace my little cheapo phone without consulting him. He’d yell at me. And he did what I suspected he might.
He bought me an iPhone. In case you’re counting, that’s the second one he bought me. And in case you’re really counting, you know that I will now have to live to be 96 years old before I can reasonably expect another birthday present from him.