This my friends, is a portkey.
In case you are unawares as to what a portkey is (or have been living under a rock for the last ten years) you can find a definition here.
Yesterday morning husband woke me up bright and early. On my day off. And in a flurry of a panic told me I had to get up and follow him to work, he needed to show me something....no time for a trip to the bathroom, for brushing my hair, we had to go. I was already late. And then he left.
Needless to say, I was confused. And I had to pee.
So I got in my car and headed towards the family business, wondering what in the world was going on and thinking if it had anything to do with walking into the woods so he could show me something he did on his paintball course I was gonna flip.
But it didn't.
I got out of the car and followed him into the field, where I found my boot.
And then this husband of mine says it's a portkey.
I'm a Harry Potter fan. I know what a portkey means.
This girl is going somewhere.
The magical world of Harry Potter to be exact!
Just in time for my birthday Friday, his birthday next Sunday and our anniversary two days later.
I was so excited I think my voice reached a level only dogs could hear.
I'm not kidding.
Do I have the best husband or what? And then he pointed out that he even used lines Mr. Weasley says when they are all on their way to the portkey for the Quidditch World Cup. I was simply too bewildered by the way he was acting and waking me up so early to even notice.
Husband, you make me oh so happy.