Surprise, it’s Something Gross!

My husband, Jeremy, likes to keep me on my toes by surprising me.

Occasionally it’s with things like fresh-picked roses or a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, but more often than not he surprises me with something gross.

He’ll kiss me passionately, only to push some chewed up piece of plastic into my mouth with his tongue.

He’ll tell me to come and see something cool, and I discover a decapitated or disemboweled rat.

I love him dearly.  Who wouldn’t?

We’d been dating for about 4 years when we took a week-long vacation to beautiful and romantic Cancun with our friends Kimberly and Fausto, who had just gotten married.

Our first night there, Jeremy took me for a moonlit stroll on the beach.

There was soft white sand as far as the eye could see, and the beach was deserted except for the two of us.  The warm ocean lapped gently beside us as we walked, hand in hand, discussing our friends’ wedding. 

He held me in his arms as we stared out to sea, where the moon reflected on the water like a path to eternity.  I sighed contentedly as I leaned my head against his shoulder.

“Here, have this,” he said quietly.

He dropped something small and round into my palm.  I glanced at what appeared to be a small ball covered in sand, and closed my hand.

It was squishy.  Gooey.  Disgusting. 

“Thanks,” I said as I threw it over my shoulder.  I heard a quiet thud as it landed somewhere in the miles of sand that lay behind us.

“Just so you know,” he whispered in my ear, “there was a diamond ring in there.”

                                                    To be continued…..