Father's Day revisited

My hubby is a wee bit sore with me today for returning one of his Father's Day gifts and then spending the money on myself. Okay, who shlepped all the way to the outlet mall to buy it in the first place? Moi. And who shlepped all the way back -- a month later -- to return it? Moi.

The article in question is a shirt. Plosh has very few. Actually, he has a closet full, but most are worn down to a few strands of faded lint held together by static cling. I hadn't even planned on buying him anything for Father's Day but then he went and got me a whopping Mother's Day gift, a vibrating back massager-pad thingee which I've dubbed the orgasmatron.

So he got shirts. I thought that was fair. It's not an orgasmatron, but at least it's not a tie. Nobody wears ties in his office anymore, so a tie would've truly said to him, "I don't care" or even, "Who are you and why are you napping on my orgasmatron?"

I bought him five lovely, metrosexual-looking shirts at Nordstrom's Rack. I remember calling him on the cell phone and asking him if he'd wear silk. "How much do they cost?" He asked, thereby robbing my bargain-hunting victory of all its glory. I got him cotton instead. He wasn't too sure about any of them, but humored me with all but one, a muted gray check. Back it went.

And, well, by this time there aren't any more of those shirts. So I got myself something instead, two cute print tops. And he got sore, and that's where you joined us.

I suppose I can't use the argument that the joy he gets from seeing me nicely dressed should be present enough for him. Or that my happiness is my true gift to him. Or it's the thought that counts.

So I have to make it up to him. His birthday is in October, which gives me four months to plan, which really means I have 3-1/2 months to forget the whole thing and then a week or two to panic.

I think I am very lucky this man loves me.

Comments

[LibertyBob]

Take it from another guy:
If you want him to truly appreciate a nice silk shirt, have him put it on and then spend a few minutes enjoying it yourself by rubbing your hands all over it. You may even encourage him to wear nice clothes all over.

[Anne]

You mean, like, silk underwear too? Hmmm . . . never thought of that. Thanks.

[Faith]

I want me one of them orgasmatron thingies.

Men, for all they don't care a flip about fashion, are terribly picky about what they wear. I find that very strange and annoying.

Just buy him shirts that if he doesn't like, you can sleep in them.