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And THAT is why I love him.

Last night, Big V played basketball while wearing two completely different shoes. And when I say different, I mean one was an athletic high top and the other was a black reffing shoe similar to those tacky styled orthopedic shoes. Seriously, we can send men to the moon but no one on the face of the planet can successfully bring together style and function for diabetics? 

If you've ever wondered why I love Big V I'll tell you exactly why: because he actually called me to tell me he was wearing two different shoes.

Any normal guy would have faked a sprained ankle and hobbled out of the gym, but not Big V. No, sir-ee. When he unzipped that duffle bag and stared into the humiliation that greeted him he threw his head back laughing and started lacing up. And then, instead of swearing all the other players to secrecy in a vain attempt to pretend this never happened, he picked up his cell and dialed my number.

You are so going to wish you had come to watch this game!

Uh, probably not. I've got both kids in bed and my own private bowl of popcorn smothered in a stick of melted butter.

Oh, no. You're really going to regret not coming... my shoes don't match. At all. I only have one of my basketball shoes in my bag and the other is the shoe for my referee uniform. You sure you don't want to come get pictures of this? 

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I am in love with Big V. And also why I'll be dressing him before we go out together in public. 

Comments

Heather Bush said…
The most awesomest story EVER! I am guessing that you did not get pictures????
Tina, said…
Ha ha, that's funny. Why I love Husband is because on Valentine's Day, as we sat in the restaurant, enjoying a meal between just the two of us, we actually argued over who was going to get to take the plastic shark, that came with the novelty drink, to their office to keep on thier desk.
Heather Bush said…
@Tina - Did you go to Joe's Crab Shack? OMG. I haven't had Joe's in almost two years. I weep everytime I think about how good it is. If you went, I am happy (and dangerously jealous) for you. Joe's ruined all food for me for forever.

I pray that the food in Heaven tastes like Joe's but not as expensive.
Becca said…
Hahaha! I love your response the best. I want to go have some popcorn with a stick of butter now.

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