I had no idea what to get my husband for Father’s Day. Remember me saying that? Well. Father’s Day came and went, and I still had no idea what to get my dear, curmudgeon of a long-suffering husband. Taking into account we are actually going through a financial drought, I tried to be frugal and crafty all at the same time.
Problem is I am neither of those things, even on a good day.
It has been said, time and again, that in my relationship with BFam, I am the man. Not because I wear pants, or anything quite as cliche. But because he is sensitive where I am not. He is thoughtful where I am not. He is sentimental where… so let’s just all agree I am a tool. Not on purpose but I could certainly stand some improvements.
In an effort to get in touch with my frugal and crafty side (the one that is non-existent), I found a few gems that sum up everything I wish I could buy, give, or say to express to my best friend of thirteen years how glad I am that he puts up with his tool of a wife long enough to make babies with…
This is Mooter. She would pop less than two weeks after this photo was taken. BFam was 12.
Not really but, gosh, he sure looks it.
Did I ever mention BFam is shorter than me by at least two and a half inches? He’s so comfortable in his gnomeness.
Or comfortable in my Amazonianess. Either way, he could care less.
Except when his wife is calling him a gnome.
Them’s fighting words.
I’ve never seen a man take to babies like him. Watch your youngins around him. One look away and he’s got them in his arms.
Someone in my family made the subliminal comment that they didn’t have any family photos of us and would like one very badly. BFam, ever the recluse, offered this up in exchange.
We don’t do subliminal real well where I’m from.
He’s a great tamer of toddlers. He just has that way about him. Either that or he threatened this one within an inch of her life. It’s always so hard to tell with those two.
This was a hot, hot, hot hot hot hot hot hot hot day. There was nothing left to do, really, but pass out on a couch.
Did I mention it was hot?
Sorry BFam. There’s no escaping the camera. How else will I have enough to use in creating my gifts when I can’t think of anything for you?!
To my baby daddy and all the other fathers out there. You all deserve much better signs of appreciation and affection than we give you.
A day late,
The Tin Man