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!

Hubby: Why?

Me: Because… it’s my tutu.

Hubby: Why?

Me: When mom and I did the mother’s day race we wore tutus.

ADORABLE

 Tony: Why?

Me: When we had our final game of kickball, all the girls on our team wore our tutus.

AWESOME

 Hubby: WHY!?!

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.

Me: EXACTLY!!

Hubby: GGAAAHHHH YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY… AND WHAT THE HELL IS THE RUBBER DUCK FOR!?!?

You're not really racing, unless you're racing in a tutu!