The UPS and FedEx trucks make frequent stops at our house. We (especially hubby) enjoy shopping online, especially for hard to find items. Today I was expecting a box of clothing, but a tall, skinny box was left on our porch.
"Oh! It's my garden weasel!" my husband exclaimed.
The following soliloquy ran through my head and out of my mouth:
A garden weasel? The garden tool on TV? You have got to be kidding me. You really ordered a garden weasel? Why do we need that? We don't even have a garden! Did you order that contraption when you couldn't sleep at 2:00 a.m? I seriously think you need to change your meds. Are you out of your mind? Why do you "need" the most random items? Why did you order a garden weasel?He opened the box and inside was the famous TV tool. He just looked at me with his mouth open, shocked that I couldn't understand why he ordered it.
I stomped away and pouted on the reading chair. A million ideas ran through my head: I should call the doctor. I need to hide his credit card. The man has lost his mind!
A few minutes later, I found him in the bedroom. I apologized for my verbal attack on his shopping habits.
"I bought the garden weasel so I could fix the patch of grass that got charred from the fire pit. I figured it was the best tool for the job, and we didn't have one" stated my husband, matter-of-factly. "Is that okay with you?"
I guess it's time to go read a book or organize my home library.