Since I don’t have a lot of time today, I thought I’d share with you another one of my husband’s artistic masterpieces. I get these randomly when we are chatting on IM. If they take you by surprise, you are not alone.
My husband is the manager of a graphics department. And every week, he goes to Publix and gets a bunch of goodies that he sits on a table in his office for all the artists and programmers to enjoy.
Around St. Paddy’s Day, he brought in my favorite cookies from Publix. A soft sugar cookie with thick frosting on top. It’s one of these beauties:
Honestly, you could put that much frosting on anything and I’d eat it. I think a stinky sock covered in frosting sounds pretty good right now.
Anyway, these cookies were particularly fresh and delicious this day and he decided to let me know through his art. I give you my husband’s interpretation of a really good cookie:
His happiness was quickly sidelined by a broken toy. Yes, he’s in his 30s. If your husband or boyfriend is in his early 20s, those toys he owns aren’t going anywhere. It’s best you know that now.
Now tell me something your significant other owns that you secretly want to burn?
Alright, me first. When I first met my husband he had these horrible cargo pants. They had a bajillion pockets and actually zipped at the knee so you could turn them into shorts. After a couple months of dating, I finally told him I hated his pants. So he stopped wearing them…
until our first anniversary when he wore them as a “surprise” for me.