yesterday hubs was going to be out around stores, so I asked him to look for new slippers for me. it's chilly, and those slippers are a must. (by Feb. they are totally worn out. yes..love my slippers!) so...he did. now, I think they're cute, and who cares as long as my feet are toasty. but...this is why he isn't allowed to buy me underpants any more. he has a wild side...
I'm rockin some wild feet now. of course maybe animal prints were all they had. na.........he has a wild side...
I won't let mine shop for me, either. If I told him to find me a pair of slippers, he'd come back with something that resembled mutant killer bunnies or something.
i think he did great! when I sent hubs for something and not give details on exactly what to get, i figure I asked for whatever I get! and often its kinda cute, like those slippers!
I won't let mine shop for me, either. If I told him to find me a pair of slippers, he'd come back with something that resembled mutant killer bunnies or something.
well..Tom..I hate to even say this, but I also had him buy mascara and black eyeliner pencil. LOL!!! now, it takes a real man to do that without question. (and I must say he gets it right every time) I just don't get to stores, so poor fellow has to sometimes venture where no man has gone before. but..ya..I think he thought these slippers were sexy. okey dokey then, cause he'll see them allllllllllllllllllllll winter long!
I like those, my hubby one time bought me a pair of those huge bear house shoes that was popular back in the '90s. I hated those things. Couldn't tell him though, they were hard to walk in, I finely told him I was afraid I would trip. Finely threw them away a few years ago.
I do let him buy me underclothes but he knows exactly what kind to get. Took years to train him tho.
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ok, I got one--when first child was born, my upper half was, er, FULL. like, so full the baby couldn't nurse. but she did try, which made me even more full. oh good grief, it was horrible.
so, hubby goes to town, drugstore, and asked for a breast pump. i had sent my mom and she couldn't find one. (???) so hubs went. he got it, the right one, and was home lickety split. he was dressed in a plaid workshirt, dirty cap, dirty jeans, pliers on belt, boots. tehehe, just the memory makes me giggle!
now, I think they're cute, and who cares as long as my feet are toasty. but...this is why he isn't allowed to buy me underpants any more. he has a wild side...
... Oh would my cats have a field day with those.
