It's Sunday morning (a few Sunday's back) and dh wakes me up telling me I must come downstairs at that very moment because my gift came from my Aunt. How odd I thought... it's Sunday and she always sends flowers. Why must I go downstairs for that at this very moment? (Don't get me wrong I love the flowers but I love my sleep too). He kept insisting so I get out of bed and begin stumbling down the stairs to see what was going on. He grabs my hand and leads me to the dining room where I find these - eight beautiful chairs I had spied a month earlier. How did this happen? Where did these come from? When I went to bed they were not there, I was so confused yet very happy! Busting with pride dh explains that he snuck back up to the store after I refused to purchase them on the spot (dh's laptop had just crashed and we had to buy him a new one). He decided we did need these and he ordered them as a surprise. The crazy thing was they were delivered on a Sunday morning and I slept thru the whole thing big loud truck and two delivery men and all! I love them and my guests will love them to. I feel so grown up now, real dining room chairs! Merry Christmas to me. Dh is a keeper!

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