So today I did something that according to the shop assistant “literally never happens”. And why you ask? Because it shouldn’t.
When a person buys their husband a pair of Timberlands it is completely not within anyone’s realm of understanding that the said husband should be so unstylish as to not want the pair of Timberlands.
I give you the graphics below to demonstrate their fashion forwardness and cutting edge style.
Now I am not suggesting for one minute that The Artist don a fur coat and a leather glove. Nor am I advocating for the leather pants, however much I dig that look. But the Timberlands with some camo might see him get some action. Is all I’m saying.
While the shop assistant and I lamented over the complete madness and ingratitude of it all, he gifted me with a hefty store credit that will no doubt see my good self or the Misses 13 and 16 trotting a new pair of somethings in the foreseeable future.
One thing is for certain, so help me I am not buying The Artist any more gifts. I have spent too much time in this lifetime returning them. Instead I have come up with a fail safe solution – I will gift him in sexual favours from now on.
Love and light