(First, Angie has a fun excerpt from In the Spirit up on her blog!)
With his jury duty over by noon, the husband took the opportunity yesterday to do a little shopping. He was wrapping when I came home from picking up the tall kid, so apparently—instead of declaring the kitchen off limits for a few minutes—he decided to finish later. So here’s the situation:
There is a Walmart bag sitting on the sideboard in my kitchen. As we passed by each other in front of it yesterday, we had the following conversation:
Him: You. Stay out of that bag.
Me: I wouldn’t leave it there.
Him: Don’t touch that :censor: bag.
So what does he do? He leaves it there. How did I come to marry such a cruel, rotten bastard? He’s been gone 1 hour and 18 minutes now. Haven’t touched it. (I’m thinking it’s the camera case I asked for for the new digital camera, but I really want to know which camera case.) *sigh*
But….look at this:
That’s my vacuum. :boogie:
Still, there is suspense. I was at Walmart day before yesterday, and they were out of the vacuum I had specifically pointed out. So…
1—The real surprise could be that my Walmart actually restocked something they were out of. Yeah right. The toy department currently looks like a Going out of Business sale for a dealer in crushed boxes.
2—The surprise could be which vacuum he substituted.
Is it Christmas yet?
(For those wondering why I have double-stacked baby gates in a doorway, it’s actually a triple stack. My guys model brass HO scale B&M Railroad, and the cats were an issue. As an emergency measure, we grabbed the baby gates we’d just stopped using for the short kid, intending to put a door up. Well…we intend to do a lot of things…eventually.)
You’re better than me. I’d never be able to leave that bag alone!!!
Tis wrapped now. I never looked in it, though.
The plot, however, thickens. He took the boys out last night, and the short kid let it slip they went to Circuit City before he was tackled to the ground and threatened with duct tape. Then, when presents to me were placed under tree (well, on top of Big Box so the cats don’t destroy them) I was told I absolutely don’t want to shake or drop the smallish, square box.
I asked for nothing they would sell at CC. I don’t think I even asked for anything breakable. (Well, technically, a vacuum is breakable…as I well know, but you know what I mean.)
Is it Christmas yet?
They’er just messing with you now. LOL