|It could be worse|
|As long as I don't have to see it|
Hubby's lair now has a 55" TV, a gaming console, a bar, soon to be a mini fridge, and a work station.
From there, his nerdness spread like an evil spell to our living room and weekly Magic gatherings. As crazy as all this seems, I support it. I find it funny and adorable. But the funny thing about magic is that it tends to spread. I might write about that later.
On a side note - the missing lube has resurfaced. Hubby came in from the garage last night proudly announcing, "all that lube you couldn't find was right there", but by "right there" he meant in various boxes, on the top shelf I can't reach even in my wildest dreams, and under his truck. Not exactly right there by my definition.
|Not him but very close to the real thing|
He said "hello" first then I said "hello" back and then I surprised myself by telling him to go first when the light turned green and he said "thank you" and the driver of the car next to us said "get a room" and I told him to fuck off and the last part is a lie but it was all very polite like.
So now I have a friend in - not Jesus - but spandex.