Husband Clothes

See this photo. Does it look a little ODD? Can you even guess what the purple and yellow stuff in the vase is? (Well, probably, due to the title of this post). This is a photo of flowers.

Some of you may be thinking “AWWW, Holly’s husband got her flowers, and she’s being all picky about them.” No–trust me, on the extremely rare occasions that my husband buys me flowers, remembers my birthday, or does romantic things like these, I am totally grateful (though shocked).

No, these flowers were from my DAD! He brought them over on Thanksgiving! I was shuffling around the kitchen, fixing turkey, fixing boiled potatoes (which I had to convert to mashed potatoes, then had to unexpectedly ask one of our guests to make gravy–OOPS, rude I know, but otherwise the turkey would have caught on fire–long story!).

Because I was working furiously to finish Thanksgiving dinner, set the table, keep the kids out of the kitchen and away from the hot stove, mind the stuff that was cooking on every burner, plus in the oven…because I was busy with all of these things, I asked my husband to “take care of” the flowers.

This photo is what I got. I guess I didn’t realize how complex “taking care of the flowers” really is. Not only must you cut the stems. You must also REMOVE the paper and plastic around the flowers.

To wrap it up: When I’m desperately in need of a helping hand due to furious cooking and millions of things to do, THIS is what happens! All that said, it was AWESOME to have him home for Thanksgiving! We’re so excited that his out-of-town job is ending soon!

Side note: To enhance your viewing pleasure just a little more, take a look at the odd little black thing along the metal bar slightly below the flowers. Take a wild guess what that might be. (Hint: My husband stuck it there because he felt it would “protect us.”) Okay, okay I’ll tell you. That’s my husband’s way of earthquake proofing the dining room. Oh, you say, that little thing couldn’t possibly hold that shelf up in an earthquake–it looks like a fragile twistwire. Like the kind you might close a bag of bread with.

Well, that’s because this IS a twistwire. Oh but don’t worry because it would protect us for sure because it is BOLTED to our dining room wall! (Don’t you know, the important thing is that it’s bolted–he material you use doesn’t really matter. This is true because my husband said so, and I think we all know he is clearly the authority on earthquake proofing homes.) Finally, isn’t it amazing how my husband managed to keep the twistwire in FULL view despite how SMALL (and weak) it is?

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