i love my soon-to-be hubby. he let's me hoard and stockpile collect things, although he knows the odds of me actually using any of it in any sort of productive way are quite slim. he let's me frequent the craft stores and kid clothes section at target with only a look of mild disappointment rather than actually speaking the words (which would then lead to my rebuttle. . . . and then my going where i want anyway.)

but one day i came home with a heavy, clanky bag from the grocery store and didn't take it to the kitchen, but instead set on the coffee table in front of him with a "you'll NEVER GUESS what i got" look. he didn't try to guess. i don't think he wanted to know. he picked up the bag but didn't look inside. set it down and asked me what it was. he knew the contents of the bag would be accompanied by an explanation before the reveal. indeed, he was correct.