Folks, if you have a partner to flirt with, might I recommend you take a page out of Greg’s book and gift your significant other a personalized trophy?
Look, no one on Planet Earth doesn’t want to be recognized for their fine work. Or, without the double negative, All the People want to know they’re doing a good job. Yes? Yes. Of course, yes. Which is why a trophy is the perfect medium for appreciation. It’s an award. It’s a forever keepsake. And, personalized appropriately, it shows how well the giver knows you. How deeply you’re seen. How well you’re understood and valued.
In the past, all the trophies I own have been given to me by me. Which is fine. Sometimes we need to show Self appropriate regard and esteem. Sometimes we need to remind Self to abandon Self’s wilted posture. Sometimes Self needs to feel fully valued and loved.
But today, Greg gave me a trophy.
A trophy that shows he’s been paying attention.
A trophy that shows he sees my hard work.
A trophy that marks veritable years of successfully not pooping my closet. Twelve to be exact. More than twelve, actually. OVER A DECADE of not pooping my closet.
He could’ve just ignored it.
He could’ve just let the fact that I’ve not pooped the closet year after year slide by unnoticed.
But Greg, because he loves me, marked all the times I didn’t trust a fart — marked the fact that I’ve finally learned important lessons — with an award I can treasure forever.
If that’s not true love, I’m not sure what is.
Waving in the dark,
P.S. Because this is a lifestyle blog (the lifestyle being “filth and squalor”), I had a hard time picking the correct backdrop to showcase my new trophy. My choices were:
or Master Bath.
I hope I chose correctly.
P.P.S. I asked Greg why he repurposed a soccer trophy for this particular award. He explained that it’s not a soccer trophy, which is obvious in retrospect. This is, instead, clearly a human whose poopy has just fallen out of her pants, and she’s mid-leap trying not to step on it.
Since I’ve lived out this very scenario, I’m not sure why it took an explanation for me to see it. 🤷🏻♀️ Sometimes I’m just a little slow.
P.P.P.S. Tomorrow — Friday, November 30th, the last day possible because OH MY WORD, NOVEMBER TRIED TO KILL ME DEAD — I’ll be sending out my November newsletter complete with an exclusive blog post, book and gift recommendations, stuff that floats my boat, giveaways, and more. Feel free to subscribe here. For signing up, I’ll send you a horrible story about the day I peed my office. It’s the worst reason ever to join an email list. Do it. 😉