Yep! That's my hubs.
We don't have THAT many pics taken together, simply because I usually take the pictures. But world...this is hubby. Hubby...ah hell, you don't even read this dang blog. I happen to secretly suspect you hate this blog because you don't get why blogging is fun for me. But alas, I love you anyway.
Many of you were first introduced to Grandy's hubby in one of her early posts: You bought WHAT??. If you haven't seen this post, might I suggest you take a peak at it because it really will explain A LOT of history.
Yesterday was my darling hubby's birthday. Hard to believe it has been a whole year since I posted this crazy theory, 3 + 8 = 11. And for the record...it still applies.
In honor of Hubby's birthday (and to spare a royal nagging) I snuck in and posted while I was at work, so I could focus my evening on him.
Grandy picked him up a pie...
...some vanilla ice cream...
...had the little guy make him a sign...
...had some cards...
...and settled in for a nice family evening (after a dang scout committee meeting that made my head want to split open).
It was nice. I am a little embarrassed to tell you that I had to give Hubby an I.O.U for his birthday. He wants cash so he can put it towards parts for his Jeep that he is rebuilding. Grandy is a little low on the cash flow at the moment due to her more recent "medically induced sabbatical", so an I.O.U. is going to have to do for now. But he liked it.
Tonight, Grandy came home to find a new tool thingy in her garage.
It's not like it was a new screw driver, Grandy's not that observant. Hubby had bought new tires and wheels for his truck and was driving on them for 3 months before a friend of Grandy said, "Wow! Those are nice new wheels on his truck." WTF?!?
No, this new thingy was holding an engine. I believe it's called a cherry picker? I noticed it last week, but rarely pay attention to things in the Man Cave. Tonight for some reason it peeked my interest.
I sent a text to Hubby's friend because I know he sometimes borrows thingys from him.
Hey...there's a new tool thingy in our garage. Is it urs? Did he borrow or buy?
What do you want to hear?
Well folks, I had my answer in that one question. I did call said friend and clarified some details with him. The night that Hubby told me he was going over to give him cash two weeks ago for the "windshield wiper blades" that he picked up for him (oh he got those too) was the night he also paid said friend for this cherry-ass-nose-whatever-the-hell-you-call-it picker.
It's not that he bought it. It's that he doesn't tell me these things, and hopes I won't find out.
Go back...read that early post. It will all make sense.
This is where we must insert, Bless his heart comment here. He's lucky I love him.
Grandy is tired...and promises to post about all the excitement since she's been back at work soon. But a word was introduced to Grandy today that she's having to wrap her brain around: A-C-Q-U-I-S-I-T-I-O-N.
Did I mention I'm tired??
See you all tomorrow!! NaBloMeMo is kicking my a$$.