He pulled out the chair from under the table to sit down and tie on his shoes.
"And where do you think you are going?" I joked since he just put the kids to bed and it was out of the ordinary for us to do anything after putting the kids to bed except try to push off the screams, whines and complaints of the day.
He responded, "Target... to get Chad's wedding present.
I thought 'awesome!' One thing off my list, and since the wedding was on Saturday and it was Wednesday night, well one of us better get moving.
Just to clarify, my favorite wedding gift is of the green kind. Cash. I prefer to give cash and of course, to get it. Checks with my new last name were equally as lovely though.
So, my husband came back from Target. He stomped up the stairs banging something on our stairway as he climbed the stairs. What the heck? I turned to see what he was doing and why he wanted to wake the kids up.
Apparently exhausted, he dropped two totes on the floor behind the couch.
"More totes?!" I'm shocked, God help me, this man loves organization.
"No, they're not for us, it's for the wedding".
I don't think I said anything, just sat there sort of stunned. He continues...
"I wanted to get him something that they wanted, they registered for them and they're really nice totes (read expensive)."
I tried to argue about this being an appropriate bridal shower gift... but he was having nothing to do with that notion.
I finally rolled my eyes with an alright and forgot the damn totes until Friday when I tried to pack the minivan around the totes and my three kids.
Then come Saturday afternoon he insisted on wrapping the 100 and 75 gallon totes. I try to convince him that it's pointless to wrap something so big, so obvious; slap a bow on the two of them and call it a day. My husband huffed to me from downstairs 'I'm not going to a wedding without a wrapped gift!'
A wedding where we were gifting totes,
but more importantly, wrapped totes.
And I lose... he goes to wrap them.
All that he could find is dark, plain grass green colored paper, which happens to coordinate with his shirt he his wearing to the wedding, exactly.
So, my husband proudly toted his totes over to the wedding table that evening while I hid in the corner and hoped that the card slides off the present.
And no one will ever know that it was from us...
minus the entrance we made walking into a wedding with a 75 gallon tote inside a 100 gallon tote matching exactly to my husband's shirt.
(insert the picture I would kill to have of my husband and his color coordinated totes)