So while I was packing for the great and awesome Portland to Coast relay, hubby felt he had to make a comment about EVERYTHING that was going in my bag.
Hubby: 10 pairs of socks? You’re walking for 2 days.
Me: Good point, I should pack more.
Hubby: Babe, War and Peace!?
Me: What? I might have some free time to read.
Hubby: wow… okay what’s with the rubber duck?
Me: seriously babe, if you have to ask then you’ll never understand.
Hubby: Oh geez, you are not actually packing your tutu?
Me: Are you crazy? I’m in a 2 day relay race with 5 others girls… OFCOURSE I’m packing the tutu!
Me: Because… it’s my tutu.
Me: When mom and I did the mother’s day race we wore tutus.
Me: When we had our final game of kickball, all the girls on our team wore our tutus.
Me: Why are you still asking WHY?!? I’ve explained it perfectly. I’m sorry babe, it must be because you’re a boy. Ya just don’t get the awesomeness of the tutu.
Hubby: What do you mean you’ve explained it?! You didn’t even give me a reason, you just listed off the different times you wore a tutu.
Hubby: GGAAAHHHH YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY… AND WHAT THE HELL IS THE RUBBER DUCK FOR!?!?