My husband is the definition of normal. I'm sure you are all dying for me to explain.
Me: Babe, why don't we get rid of all the bricks in the back of the truck?
Normal husband: I use them.
Me: For what?
Normal husband: When I hike the Y, I put them in my backpack.
LONG PAUSE
Normal husband: It makes me stronger.
MORE SILENCE
Me: Okay.
Literally five minutes later.
Normal husband: I got bit by a snake today!
Me: WHAT?
Normal husband: Don't worry. It only got my sock. That's why I wear tall socks with my hiking boots.
For anyone considering being in fashion, I think it would be best if you stopped right where you are and pulled out your old Champion tall socks. (Darcee I am talking to you) My husband has produced a much more important use for them - protecting against snake bites.
2 comments:
I thought you were going to say he threw a brick at the snake. Funny convos.
Syd--so sorry to say this, but weirdness in marriage only increases with time. Just ask your mother. Be brave!
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