Sunday, October 26, 2008
And this is why I love him
I have to say it. The Man is a good sport.
The set up:
I chose to be comfortable this Halloween. I'm still crippled a little bit, and so I went for comfort with a little cute thrown in. So khaki shirt/pants and some boots. After all, I'm a girl on safari... not a skank on vacation. So I get ready to go to the 1st of a couple of parties that day, and while he's in the shower, I put his costume on the bed.
He goes in the bedroom, and I hear...silence. Nothing. No screaming, wailing or gnashing of teeth. I go in to make sure he hadn't spontaneously combusted from shock, he says, " I didn't ask for one pocket, I asked for two."
Nope, what you said was "I don't care if I go as one big pocket, as long as I have somewhere to put my stuff." So here you go sweetie. Plenty of room for your stuff. I do believe that's the last thing I said before I started laughing so hard, that I had to go back and re-apply my eyeliner.
What's not to love about a man willing to dress up as a kangaroo for you?*
*And by the way baby...can you hold my lipstick and the camera AND some extra batteries? I don't want to carry my purse. Do you have any room in your POCKET?
Bonus pic of me & the girls at the end of the night. Good Times.
And yes. There WAS a Mr. Incredible. LOL.