Monday, February 2, 2009

Oh, the horror!

Mr.Q came home from work today, and immediately upon coming through the door, got down on his knees with a pleading expression. "Honey...?"


"You know I love you...."

"Hurry up and spit it out, I'm in the middle of making dinner. How much did you spend on records this time?"


"So, what happened, then?"

"It's only one box. They were free!"

It seems that on his way home today, he went into a record store he hasn't been into yet...and they knew him by reputation. They gave him a box of doubles that they weren't going to sell.

"I can't wait for you to blog about it!" he said as he put his work clothes in the laundry. And as he was getting ready for his shower, he was giving a running monologue, gleefully composing the post he imagined I'd write.

He is such a wingnut.

One of these days, I might have to start asking what it says about me, having spent nine years with the loon! Someday, someone's going to find our bodies buried under a landslide of vinyl.


Anonymous said...

Dealer often give addicts free samples knowing it's an investment in the future.
There is no such thing as free.

yarnpiggy said...

Ok, so what you're saying is, I need to go to a yarn store I've never been to...

Pam the Yarn Goddess said...

The last time Hubster came into the bedroom, sat on the bed, and told me that he had done something bad and I could leave him if I wanted, I got a big ole honking diamond out of the deal. I would have rather not gone through all the pain that caused the whole thing, though. With you, though, it sounds like a trip to the yarn shop is indeed in order. Or do like I do - run to the computer and begin to hit keys. You can shop a whole lot faster that way. :)

Gabrielle said...

Crikey, I am getting married on the 1st March and I think that my almost-husband may have started to fixate on a new hobby - I'd best stay on my guard and nip things in the bud before they get out of hand? Else he'll be bringing home boxes of free stanchons before I know it?!

It might be too late though. The man who is so disorganised that he forgets to push his drawers shut in the morning when getting dressed, came home the other day, with a complete, full colour print out of the West Marine catalogue (the thing is about 5 inches thick), all hole punched, neatly in a binder with its chapters fully tab separated. He had his nose in it as he came in, looked up to say hello and just said in glee, "Do you know, they have 4 pages of masking tape - each for different reno tasks around the boat."


Anonymous said...

that's so hilarious that he wanted you to blog about it!

Rebecca said...

Sounds like your stash needs to keep pace - it would hurt to just be buried under vinyl. Now, vinyl lined with some merino and alpaca...maybe kind of nice.

Mommylion said...

That is pretty awesome to have a reputation so far reaching that shops are keeping a box for you in anticipation of you arriving there. Reputation precedes him, indeed.