My Dh is a Classic!
Dh brought home a burr coffee grinder a couple of nights ago. He is so obsessive with it in an adorable sort of way. Hope that makes sense. He's been grinding and brewing at least two pots a day, with great joy and abandon! Ah, in 20 years we've gone from bumping and grinding to grinding and brewing. But I digress. Anyway, it's a great reminder of one of the things I love most about him- I really get a kick out of him. He just cracks me up, without even meaning to a lot of the time. Example- he's practically surgically attached to his i-Pod, OK?
Dh: "These headphones (holding up a pair with silver-dollar sized earpads) are higher fidelity than those (pointing to the kind you see DJ's wear at radio stations), but they just aren't as comfortable on my head."
Me: "Well at least they're better than earbuds."
Dh: "So are those hemorrhoid things you stick up your ass, but I'm talking about headphones!"
Me: "You mean suppositories?"
Dh: "Yeah, suppositories."
He's so old-school. I don't get the whole earbud thing, either, but I don't think I would have put it quite that way...
P.S. I'm probably the only person who thinks this part is funny- he was putting on the i-Pod so he could work on stuff for the Gideons' Memorial Committee while listening to the Grateful Dead. Am I warped, or what?