Tuesday, June 2, 2015

"Gear up!"

The week of Mr. Man's natal celebration has ended. He has received many gifts; practical and not so much. A weapon is always counted amongst his favorite or any device used to wage battle or to survive one.

This year, he got a little of everything. Sporty, practical, useful everyday, tactical, weaponry, spy gear, survival gear, bug out gear. Actually, he only got one item of clothing, from his daughter, who told me any clothing was "lame and doesn't count as a gift." Hmph! Well, the pants were "tactical" pants and light weight which is a good thing because after they're put on, the pockets, flaps and hidden pouches are filled with 10 lb. of various bits to maime, mend, mind blow, or map.

The Mister is well prepared, and is my own MacGyver so I really cannot complain. His pockets full of "stuff" has come in pretty handy often enough, so we keep adding to it. Soon he won't be able to keep his pants up, even with the batman utility belt and Hulk suspenders.

Thermometer Frosty Stock Photo - 3476277One of the gifts that I will probably regret giving him is  a laser thermometer, with a trigger, like a little toy gun. At a moments notice, I can know the external temperature of any item up to 12 feet away, This item has been a resourceful toy for Mr. Man. He holds it close while watching TV and "lasers" the dog, the walls, the couch cushions. While I'm laying in bed, I hear, "Your butt is 90 degrees and the back of your head is only 84. Your brain is freezing"

His big thrill was tongue temps and uvula checks. Random announcements of how warm or cold objects are shouted  out spontaneously. Was I wondering what is the temperature of my mashed potatoes?

Don't get me wrong. I like it when I get him the good gift and he finds it fun and useful. I just don't need to know the comparative temperature of each of my toes!

June has come. Birthday is over. Hopefully the 5 lbs of Jolly Ranchers will disappear along with their discarded individual wrappers found EVERYWHERE.  ( he tells me they are a little reminder that he is all around me all the time- even in the dryer and under the couch).
So, Happy Birthday Over and done with Mr. Man. You are eternally my little boy and you kinda still look like one! Never forget to acknowledge the inner child!

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