My hubs is definitely the romantic one of our coupleness. One time he sent me a gorgeous bouquet of flowers that were delivered to my work with a card that read: Just because it’s Thursday. I love that he sent them to my work knowing that not only would I love them, but that the ladies I work with would swoon around my desk and wish that their husbands were as romantic as mine.
He texts me song lyrics, he kisses me all the time, even in public (which I really love) and he holds my hand in bed when we’re watching a movie.
Of course, with this wonderfully romantic streak there is also a silly one. We have a lover’s board game that has never been played, but was purchased, I think, purely for the activity cards. Not that we need help in that department (hellooooo five children!) but because they were funny. We can be all cuddled up in bed, snuggling, reading or just lying quietly and he will turn to me and romantically ask if he can poke me in the face. Or pick my nose.
Anyway, this weekend he did the grocery shopping with two of the kids and on their way back, they stopped at the dollar store for some stuff. This one has a project that needs poster board, that one has something or other to organise, this one needs a new calculator, etc, etc. Sheesh, kids are such a HUGE money suck.
Anyway, they came home and we collectively put away the groceries when I noticed the dollar store bag on the floor. My daughter Aislinn (13) told him to show me what he got for us there.
It was one of those velcro ball dart boards.
for lovers….
Ash found it incredibly funny, and I found it hilariously tacky.
I mean, “blow in partner’s ear”!?!? Who the eff actually likes that?? Not me. And check out some of the other ones. So lame. But good for a giggle, and hey, it only cost a dollar. Who am I to argue with that?
Since we were in our kitchen and I was finishing up dishes and we had a wicked awesome supper to put on, he left it sitting on the landing of the back stairs where we forgot about it.
Roll on with the evening. A movie was watched, much hilarity ensued over the case of three of the five kids having a problem with gas that was on par, smell wise, with the dogs; which is really impressive. The dogs frickin REEK!
There was a debate about a poster hubs and kids had seen in the grocery store for golden lab puppies and why we are catagorically NOT getting a fourth dog. There was a lot of happy kids and happy parents and happy dogs all smushed under blankets in the living room until we all started to filter off to bed.
And then….
As bargains are being had about staying up just those last five more minutes and as parents are reminding kids to brush teeth and for god sakes get into bed and stop talking, my 11 year old daughter Kathryn went downstairs to get something she had forgotten. A stuffed animal or something. When we heard it.
EEEWWWW! Mawm, what’s up with the wheel of awkwardness on the back stairs???
The wheel of what? Hubs and I looked at each other with questioning faces. What in the heck was she talking about?
Oh right. The dart board. With the lovey dovey stuff on it. To be hence forth known as The Wheel of Awkwardness.
It spawned a good few minutes of laughter, and me rolling my eyes at the silly reddish pink plastic balls with velcro on them, but eventually we got everyone to bed.
I have NOT allowed that thing to be hung up in my room, much to the disappointment of the DH, who thinks I can’t take a joke sometimes, but really, since it’s newly christened name, I just can’t.
Plus, I didn’t want to get up in the morning with the pressure of tacky “romantic” tasks on my wall accompanied by balls hanging off it. Can you really blame me?
