I Have No Idea Why Husbando Needs Such Things
Don't get me wrong. This is coming from a place of love.
Husbando is a man of many talents, and many interests. He loves dressing up and hitting people with sticks, he loves playing Bocce, he loves to cook, and he's very good at all of them. However, there are some things about him I doubt I will ever understand.
I'm in charge of the finances in our little home. We have a joint account, but I pay the bills. So since he doesn't know much about where the money goes, he asks me to buy things for him from time to time. Here are but a few.
1. A Helmet.
Yes, a literal helmet. It's big, it's heavy, and it's shiny. I'm glad he has it, I guess, because I don't want him to get hit with sticks without it. It was made by some fancy woman in India who sells them online.
2. A Peddler Excercise Machine.
This was a Christmas gift. He wanted something he could use while he watched tv. I think you can tell from its presence far away from the couch that he doesn't use it. We got a gym membership instead.
3. A Popcorn Popper.
This thing. I didn't even take a picture of it, becuase it's buried so far back in a cabinet that I didn't feel like dragging out the Crock Pot and all the other gadgets to get to it. We've used it ONCE. But it was essential to have!
4. A Baby Griffin.
Yes, you're looking at this right. It's a fake baby bird like thing. Apparently you can put it on your shoulder and manipulate a little wire thing to make it look like it's moving on its own. I have to keep it high on a shelf, far away from sight, or the cat goes nuts.
He's an awesome guy, but he likes wierd stuff. And hats. So Many Hats. Baseball hats, a fluffy fake fur Russian hat, stocking caps. Literally dozens of hats. And I had him cull the herd a little bit, but there are still dozens. If I'm still married after this blog post goes, maybe I'll show you a few of them.