Yesterday my macho husband asked if I’d like to go to a craft store with him.
I picked myself up from the floor and croaked “WHAT? WHAT did you say?” and he replied “I need to go to a craft store. Do you want to go with me?”
I fainted again.
When I came to, he explained he needed letters to put on his newly camo-covered ATV and the hardware store didn’t have what he wanted.
Before he could change his mind, I quickly grabbed my wallet and off we went to Michael’s where he found his letters and I purchased a few things, including a Bowdabra.