Monday, August 13, 2007
Hey, look! Over there, wearing the feathers...It's Big Chief Ima Goober!
This, ladies and gentlemen, is my husband. Yes. I'm proud to say that. Honestly. This man is the most important human being in the world to me. I love him. Nay, dare I say, I adore him. He makes my heart go pitter-patter. He makes me feel better when I'm feeling down. He makes me laugh when I'm feeling grumpy. He makes me cry with just the very sweetness of his soul. And maybe most importantly, he has yet to strangle me in an effort to escape my menopausal induced madness. This is just a wonderful, wonderful man. Oh I'm so lucky. Indeed, I am. Can't say it enough. Just can't. But. There are times when dealing with him is just like having an extra kid around. And this was OBVIOUSLY one of those times. We took a trip this weekend to one of those tiny little towns scattered all over Texas. We thought we'd check out some of the "antique" (aka junk) stores around that area. As we were walking through this one store, I heard Randey in the back of the place. Actually, what I heard sounded a lot like the air going out of a tire. It was Randey, trying to get my attention. I turned around and went back. And there he stood. In all his magnificence. Wearing this. I, in my firmest "mother" voice, told him to take that thing off and put it back. Right now! He wanted me to take a picture of him first. Thought it was just sooooo cool. I snapped the picture quickly and then left him just as quickly. It was either that or slap his hand and tell him no-no. It wasn't until later that night, when I was telling someone about this incident that Randey shared this piece of news: that funny headdress he was wearing? It was selling for the low, low price of $2,200.00! And here's photographic proof that my husband was playing with it like he'd found it down at the Five and Dime. Geez. No concept.