Hubs is a great guy. He took me to the art store when I told him that everything was 50% off. (In SA the best sales are 35% off at best. This is a BIG sale) I was so excited. We waltz through the steel gate into paradise.
And I saw them.
Inkadinkado Rubber Stamps.
They are gorgeous.
Hubs looked at me when I pulled them off the shelf. I begged he conceded. As I pranced with the joy of holding beautiful objects, he casually mentions "Babe, I have wooden blocks at home for you to decorate." Oh how sweet! I giggled and thanked him and we paid.
Utterly confused, Hubs says, "I'm sorry. How in the hell are you going to fit a BLOCK OF WOOD into a book."
A block of wood?
A block of rubber stamping wood.
And then everything made sense.
Poor supportive Hubs. He did everything to make sure I found joy even if it meant gluing blocks of wood into a book.
Doesn't he win?