I am not sure how it happens but I seem to be attracted to eccentric people who like to push the boundaries of what would be considered normal. In this instance it’s custom outfits for dogs. This new friend (who just might be my soul sister) posts the coolest pictures and I find myself thinking oh yes, I must do this. It’s at this point that I loose my husband’s respect. When two little custom outfits arrived in the mail and I got all giddy with joy he slunched his shoulders and begged oh so pitifully for me to please, please not make his boy wear that. I did feel for him until I just tested the outfit and my little boy lit up like a Christmas tree. He loved his outfit. I was like “look honey, he likes it” as he pranced around all impressed with himself. With shoulders slunched a little more and head now hanging my husband just left the room mumbling something under his breath but the bottom line was he knew he’d lost this round. The pups were a big hit at the Independence Day party… 

We are visiting a goat farm in a few months and I’m thinking my little girl needs a milk maid’s dress. What do y’all think?

If you’ve read my previous post this will totally make sense. If not go read it here… Things My Husband Says #theGilbertconnection

Him: (giving me a hint): White saltines.

Me: Uncle Cracker.

Background: We’re empty nesters. We now have to entertain our own selves yet we don’t like the same tv shows or basically any of the same things. We do, however, drink a little. We don’t like to drive if we’ve been drinking, even in small amounts. Ok, we don’t really know the meaning of small doses. We like being alive too much to drink and drive. We’re too cheep to pay for a DUI . Take your pick. The point is we have a lot of time at home, just the two of us and our liquor cabinet, and our 3 dogs plus one psycho cat. Soooo… we listen to a lot of Pandora cranked up while enjoying a few coctails in the evenings. We’ve added a competitive level to our listening by trying to name that artist before the one can.

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A song comes on. I’m feeling the knowledge. I can get this one. The wheels are turning in my head. The mumbling of my random thoughts are putting it together. My fingers are tapping each other like I’ve just figured out the plot to take over the world. I’ve got it and I announced the artist. This is what followed:

Him:  How you got there I’ll never know. (knowing something crazy just went down in my brain)

Me: Brantley Gilbert – Little House On The Prairie – Laura Ingles – Melissa Gilbert – Gilbert – Brantley Gilbert – duh!