Yesterday was drizzly and ugly here in NYC. The temperature was nice -- around 60 -- but I couldn't enjoy it because I was caught between using the umbrella to hold off drizzle and feeling a bit idiotic, or not using it and getting slowly soaked as I walked a few blocks. Sigh.
And then, even though I was wearing boots, I slipped off a curb and jammed my left leg. Which then meant that I couldn't go to the gym after work, which I REALLY wanted to do.
So there I was, feeling sorry for myself when I got home, and then my husband walked in with a box.
"I think this is for you," he said.
I examined the box and noticed that it had his name on it.
"It's addressed to you," I said. "How do you know it's for me?"
"I just do."
So I opened it up, and I was sooooo happy to see ...
a Kindle Fire!
He bought it for me as an early Christmas present because of the success of The Pandora Chronicles and to celebrate my upcoming stories: the rest of Pandora, of course (can't leave Hope and my readers hanging!) and a new series I'll be publishing starting in February.
I feel very special. What a great hubby I have.
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