He owns everything there is to own with the Apple logo on it whether he needs it or not, always purchasing whatever Apple gizmo its first day on the market.
I thought it a wonderful hobby, well worth his shopping time, a few years back when he walked in the door with a Macbook Pro for me, exclaiming, "Welcome to the Wonderful World of Mac. Kiss your PC goodbye!"
I love that laptop. I'm pretty sure I love that laptop more than my kids- but that's just between us, Internet.
We've come to a point where we need to drink down our collection. It's a tough problem to have.
He's also a big foodie. This has its bad and good. The good—his food is fabulous. Not only is his food, scrumdilicious, he's also big on presentation.
And I looked at him as he typed away furiously and said, "You can go hang with the other Eggheads. I'm not going to an Egg convention....well, unless AIG is putting it on!"
I don't bother opening the packages, that come to our door on a daily basis. He's the shopaholic, not me. Our UPS man knows us well. He knows the girls, knows O-Dawg's getting ready to go off to college, knows the dog's favorite scratching spots, knows where to put the wine shipments when they come. He's a regular at our house.
But, he caught her, trying to sneak off with his ammo purse. He's since filled up his purse with shotgun shells and hidden it away from our purse lusting hands. This is one shopping hobby I think I'm going to like. Maybe, the girls and I will start a new fashion trend, Ammo Purses.
Posted by Joann Mannix at 11:34 AM