Funny story about my husband...I came home from work shortly before Christmas to find Trevor at the table with a Sharpie. Now...I'm not talking one of those regular kind. I'm talking the poster marker kind that is an inch long. And he is marking on white socks. Initials. Kevin, who is very proud of himself informs me that he and Trevor threw away all of the white socks and started new. Great idea, right? WRONG. He bought me socks that were like the boy kind, only for girls. Then there was the fact that my NEW short socks had been thrown away. Outside. I asked Trevor to go get them and he said, MOM, I can't. There's dog poop on top of them. So there was no possibility of me getting them. Anyway, back to what Trev was doing. He was putting initials on them. Kevin had this great idea to put each of our initials on the bottoms so that they would be easier to mate. Since this is obviously a job that EVERYONE in my house hates and therefore doesn't do. Well, he apparently wasn't watching Trevor put the initials on, because there were really wide (remember, the 1" marker tip???) and were about 4 inches tall. Okay. I exaggerate. Maybe 3 inches. My thought (that Heaven forbid I keep to myself) so keep in mind I said it aloud..."What? So, we're going to go to your Grandparents house for Christmas with these bigass initials on the bottom of them. And we're going to sit down on the floor with our feet in front of us and in pictures, we will appear to be the SLOOOOOOOW family". You have to say it just like I typed Slow. And then, he was ticked. Well again, I couldn't stop. So I said the following...."Did you get me a helmet to wear too?" Again. Not wise. He was really ticked. I thought it was funny. So I proceeded to tell everyone. And by everyone, I mean anyone that would listen. Then..we had friends over. And I walked around prancing so you could see the big initials on the bottoms of my feet. And guess what...almost three months later, the socks are still not mated and now I have huge faded "S"s on the bottom of my feet. Oh the joys of being married. Especially when your husband thinks he is being really smart. I should learn to keep my mouth shut. Kevin has a vein on his head that may or may not burst if I make him that angry again. And I kind of like having him around...
