So Wes and I have been married almost eight years, and I have made a great discovery how love rears its beautiful head after that amount of time. When we were first married he spent his time buying flowers and way too much chocolate for me. Which might explain some of the weight issues I have today... nah, who are we kidding. So now, here's a great little story of how he now shows his love... and I must say it is WAY more entertaining than flowers and chocolate. Awhile ago, I went shopping (big shocker) and bought a shirt for myself... which I loved. And really, it's hard to find a shirt in Australia that you can really love. Everything is too short, too sleeveless or too transparent. So this shirt was a nice find for me. But when I got home and got the shirt on, I realized I was going to need a smaller size. Yeah, it is kind of nice when that happens. But not really in this case, because it was a Saturday, I got the shirt at Target, and there was only a couple of them left. Apparently everyone else thought the shirt was a nice find too. I knew by the end of the day the shirts would be entirely gone... but I really didn't want to drive all the way back to the mall. So you know what my husband did for me. Yes... he went to get me the smaller size. What a guy. Now for the entertaining part... once he got there (Target... in the middle of the day... on a Saturday... in this country, that is SUICIDE) he found there wasn't anymore in the size I needed. BUT! The display mannequin by the shirts was wearing the size I needed. So... he asked an employee if he could take that shirt. The employee tells him...'yeah sure whatever, go ahead and take it off' (customer service isn't the greatest around here). So... Wes goes over to the mannequin, which is right smack in the center of the women's department, and goes to work stripping the thing. In order to get the shirt off though, he has to take off it's arms first. Then he gets the shirt off, and puts the arms back on. And yes, it is a busy day, and yes everyone is staring at him like he is crazy. But of course, he's a good guy, and he grins and bears it, because after you've been married eight years, you don't buy chocolate anymore... you strip plastic models.
I think I'll keep him... he has great entertainment value.