Today, I am thankful for my husband's complete lack of any humiliation bone. He just don't embarass.
He went to the store with me tonight to grab a few (bags of) groceries for the coming week and, though it had been raining this afternoon/evening already and the ground was still rather damp, it was not raining when we left nor when we got to the store.
However, upon exiting the store a mere 15-30 minutes later, sure enough, the old man was snoring. We spied the couple we had walked in with and the gentleman of the pair was contemplating buying an umbrella. Logical, I suppose. But Mr. V had a more. . . creative idea in mind.
He ran back through the "exit only. not an entrance" door with the other husband following behind to find an umbrella, leaving me and the other wife to muse about the rain and our husbands' adventures in the store.
All of a sudden, my husband comes through the doors, struggling to get a Target bag over his shoulders. He stopped right in front of me and asked me to help him out. Of course, the other lady with us is laughing hysterically, but Mr. V doesn't notice or doesn't care. He simply tells me that he'll pull the car up and we can be on our way.
Now, the lady is still laughing but she's in for a greater surprise because what we don't tell her is that Mr. V intends to back the car RIGHT UP to the door, under the overhang, so that we can stay dry as we load. She is completely shocked as he actually does just this and laughs even more.
All laughing aside, I stay dry and Mr. V is once again my knight in shining armor (or a Target bag).
What a funny husband! Something to be thankful for!
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