I discreetly checked my wristwatch for the ninth time in the last forty five minutes. I’m being careful not to have my wife notice. I promised Kate I would be her loving husband today by taking her out to lunch and following her from one store to the next. I would much rather be at home, enjoying NBA on my flat screen, but this is just one of those tiresome tasks I signed up for when I married my lovely wife. If I had a genie, I would wish to have a twin who could carry all these shopping bags I’m supposed to guard with my life.

Kate was trying on a pair of black heels when I noticed a poor salesgirl hauling more shoes than she could carry. I began to feel weak when I realized the salesgirl was headed toward us. Then Kate beamed at me and unselfishly told me I could catch bits of the game from the huge flat panel at the electronics shop nearby while she tried on a few more pairs. I thought I heard angels singing. As I made my way to the electronics shop, I began to doubt my wife’s motive for getting me out of that last shoe store. Maybe she didn’t want me to see how much her shoes are going to cost us this time. But that’s something to argue about when the credit card statement comes in from the mail.

While I was watching the basketball game from outside the electronics store, a young lady handed me a flyer. I thanked her, and merely glanced at the piece of paper and made out massage stones. I brought my full attention back into the game. Before I knew it, the area where I stood had been filled with passersby catching the last half of the game. Soon it was over, and I was glad to be rooting for the winning team. As the crowd started to leave, Kate and all her oversized shopping bags appeared out of nowhere. Uh-oh. I quickly gave her the handout with massage stones written on it and took all the bags she was carrying. I knew then that I was in trouble.

Normally, I don’t lie to my wife, but from time to time, I concoct a few things here and there in order to please her. During the drive home, I tried to start a conversation by telling her how fascinated I was with the idea of using massage stones for healing. I didn’t get any type of reaction from her, so I kind of told her that I wanted us to try the massage stone therapy in the new spa the following day. I didn’t fully comprehend what I was getting myself into, but I think I caught a tiny smile and finally got her speaking to me again.

Because of my thoughtlessness, I found myself in the same place I had wanted to leave just the day before. But I realize that I was wrong to leave her with all her loot for what must have been a full hour. It’s a charming game of charades, what Kate and I go through. I know she hates how me and my friends get loud when we watch our ball games at home, yet she always keeps a couple of six-packs chilled for us. She knows how much I dread shopping despite my effort to hide it. And of course, she knows I have no interest in massage stones. But that’s the beauty of it. We love each other, and it is the simplest reason why we go through these small sacrifices, every now and then.

Author Bio: Matilda French regularly writes for TIR Massage Stone, the leading hot stone massage supplies provider. They carry such products as massassge stones and massage stone kits, as well as many other many other accessories for hot stone therapy.

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