Apparently, my husband needs a break from home life once in awhile! All of those diapers changes, the constant breastfeeding, and crying that I tend to day in and day out can really wear a guy out! Phew.
The baby and I were out of town for a few days visiting my mom for her birthday last weekend. My hubs couldn't make it because "he had to go into the office" over the weekend. Friday morning rolls around and we're packing up my car, but I notice a surfboard in the back of his truck. This wouldn't be anything unusual, except that this board wasn't his. I didn't say anything about it until I noticed another bag was packed with his clothes inside. Here's a little dialogue between the two of us:
me: Babe, what's up with the packed bag and new surfboard?
him: Oh, nothin' much. I just borrowed the board for a little Friday afternoon surf sesh.
me: And the bag? You decided to come with us after all?
him: I might just camp at the beach so I'll already be there to surf Saturday morning, too.
me: I thought you had to work? And who's camping?
him: I don't know...me?
me: Please don't camp by yourself. I don't care who you go with, just don't go by yourself.
him: I'll be fine. Don't worry.
me: It's not you I'm worried about. It's the freaks out there that I worry about. Don't weirdos lurk around campsites and prey on solo campers?
him: Yeah, but don't worry. R___ might come with me.
me: No, he won't. You're just saying that so I don't worry. Wait, why are you so amped on going camping alone, anyway? Oh my God, you're one of those weirdos, huh?
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