|"Sick? No, the water bottle just helps me deal with all the great ideas you have while I'm pregnant."|
I think it's only healthy to encourage one's husband to seek out hobbies. After all, I think, between detailing the bottom of the toilet and folding everyone's underwear, another hobby would be too much for me. Then again, if the budgeting works out in my favor this month, I think I might just jump on that Paint By Numbers course I saw they're holding at the Senior Center.
But, that's only if I'm good and don't burn all my "me time" on killing spiders in the laundry room.
So, when Husband said he'd like to join a skeet shooting team, and practice once a week, I couldn't say "no".
Shooting is manly.
Shooting is a skill.
Shooting says, "I can protect this family if the need arises. Like zombies, or a Nickelback concert gets setup too close to our house."
So, naturally, when Husband got home last night from his first session, the one thing I expected him to say was,
...."I need a fanny pack."