Imagine in your worst dream your man wears a babyGap beanie while on snow trips with the family. Even with a head chuck-full of brains, it's a tiny babyGap beanie he puts on it. Now imagine from the large piles of ever present laundry in your home, you pull from the dryer his tiny cotton beanie that should never have even gone in the dryer - but been cold-washed and stretched over a tire rim to dry . . . all to prevent even a quarter inch of shrinkage from attacking it . . . as you knew no matter how shrunken the beanie got, your man would still be wearing it . . . and in fact demanding it's whereabouts . . . every snow or ski trip for the rest of his (and your) life. (That there being the run-on sentence of all sentences, but then again, being the subject matter of all subject matters.)
Now imagine it wasn't a dream - but reality!
I so bawled when I pulled that petite thing out of the dryer. The beanie--now smaller than ever--begged to be tossed. Yet I knew at that same moment ~ in a small work office over 20 miles away, Hubby's SpideyHubby senses were tingling at the inkling of my hurling it - or giving it to poor babies in Gap-poor third world countries.
And alright, maybe it is actually a GapKids beanie --instead of a babies beanie - but then let me inform you it also has bouncy bubbly little pom-poms on top as well. I'm just sayin'.
And as I am a positive kind of person, --I'm always going to look for the positive.
So, --while on our same recent snow/ski weekend, --it was discovered that Hubby's stuffed-animal-reindeer-head, groin-attachment-thingy's, elastic, was all stretched out --and thereby rendered unusable.
Uh?
Oh no, yeah, --you heard me right.
Stuffed animal-type, bouncy-reindeer-head, thingy.
It's about the size of a smallish pillow, goes on similar to a low slung belt, and is presented for All on the slopes to enjoy. Hubby first used it when he was a single, strapping young skier, and usually around the holidays. It always got a flirty giggle from the snow bunnies.
But need we remind him - those days are long over - and though his sons' thought it would be awesome for him to wear (why?) -- Hubby was unable to accommodate. (Oh thank goodness nobody mentioned duct tape.)
Yes, it's true a grown man should not need answer to anyone about his clothing choices, reindeer packages, or pom-pom beanies. Sure. However, in extreme cases --that's a bunch of who-eee. And this is one of those cases.
Yes, some outfits you might look at in a picture-and realize, 'well, that was just a sign of the times. Everyone was wearing dolphin shorts in the seventies.' But the problem for us is we don't have any old pictures like that. All are crisply current. I don't know what for sure Hubby was wearing in the seventies (since he saved his short-shorts for now) --but it was probably something akin to knickers or English royalty wigs. You know - just to keep it fresh, --show he was certainly no slave to fashion, no sirree, Bob.
Yeah, yeah. I'm being a little rough. We all have our warts . . . and it was just Valentines Day.
Tell you what - let's you and I make believe Hubby looks like a total hunk in his beanie, and this whole story is super sweet. . . . Oh - and that everyone loves a good reindeer-gag.
Hug-hug, Kiss-kiss, Hubby.
You're the man!
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