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…
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.
We don’t do subliminal real well where I’m from.
Did I mention it was hot?
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