My husband hates shopping.
He hates shopping.
And I know that that makes him the same as every single male on the face of the planet save for one fact. I think most males hate following around their lady as she tries on numerous outfits in a store yet they do actually like shopping for themselves. Jay is a big hater of both. It's just not his forte. So when we had to go to the crowded mall to wrap up Christmas shopping on December 22nd, you can pretty much guess his excitement level for that one.
But even with a desperately bored husband who found every single "boyfriend bench" in lightening speed, I still had a great time. In fact, I was laughing almost the entire duration of our stay. And that's due to the fact that after we purchased my dad's gift, I decided to let Jay be in charge of getting it through the mall as we finished the rest of our shopping.
And I tell you friends, I was almost unable to breathe due to laughter every time I looked over amongst the Christmas cheer at his extremely bored face as he navigated the crowds with his cumbersome, loathsome, awkward burden. Pretty sure he would have rather been anywhere else on the planet in that moment.
It's the little things in life, right? Gosh, I love you Jay. You crack me up.