Last year I was on a mission. A mission to find a cool gift for hubby. A mission to give him a gift that he would tell his friends about. A mission to buy something that stood out. While he may have a variety of hobbies, some of which fall pretty far down on my “approval” list (things like his motorcycle –which I despise. Or his video game interest – which I don’t understand. Or his obsession with new tvs – which I can’t support for fear we’d have a new tv every 6 months!). It’s not always easy to find him a gift that he will like, that is unique, and that has some sort of longer term appeal – you know, something beyond an enormous box of cookies (although – I did give him a Cookie of the Month subscription once – which I *think* went over well??).
So, as I scoured the internet and asked around, I found myself… like usual…. coming up with nothing.
Then one day I was feeding my reality tv addiction. An addiction that hubby despises (probably as much as I despise his motorcycle!).
“Why do you watch this crap?” he asks.
“Because sometimes it’s awesome, mindless entertainment!” I happily reply.
“But, you have it on all the time…. Who can possibly watch this many house buying/renovating shows? Who cares about these moronic celeb wannabes, or the failing bar/restaurant, or the cupcake baking, or Donald Trump’s ridiculousness, or the.. – fill in just about any blank- ?”
“Lots of people do. That’s why there’s so much of this crap on tv!” I solidly state my case.
“But you’re a smart, successful woman. How can you possibly be interested in this nonsense??” as he worries about my brain becoming mush – he’s such a caring guy!!
“But see, that’s why I watch it. I’m under so much pressure all day at work AND I have to actually use my brain all day. When I watch this garbage – there’s no brain necessary!!”
“But, it’s rotting the brain you have.” Again, such concern for me (see why I love him??)
“I suppose that might be true – But, even you watch it sometimes!” touché hubby. touché.
“I only watch it because you have it on….”
“Not true” I snarkily reply
“Ok, tell me what I watch… if you’re so certain.”
So hubby has to admit. Even if it’s by silence, that he does, in fact, watch (and enjoy) Shark Tank.
So, back to my original story. I’m watching Shark Tank (wishing and praying that someday, I will come up with an idea that will be marketable and make me some moolah). And they show this awesome product. This seemingly nice guy has come up with a belt, called The Mission Belt – a belt without any holes…. It’s friggin genius! You can wear the belt, like….. FOREVER. You put on some baby weight (and I’m referring to hubby… not me!) no problem.. just loosen the belt. You go back to the gym… no problem… just tighten the belt. You consume too many slices of pizza & beer at dinner… no problem. No holes, no fuss… the belt is like a magical solution to the ever-changing man belly. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen…. And BAM! I’m like, that’s it!! Awesome gift for hubby!
So, I run to the internet and buy a belt… (actually I buy 2 belts – one for casual wear and one for dressier occasions – in the dreamy (aka wishful thinking) hopes someday hubby will take me out on the town).
Well, I think I hit the jackpot. Hubby tries on the belt.
“This is sooooo cool!” he says.
“Wow, this is awesome!” he says.
“This is the smartest idea I’ve ever seen” he says.
“I will never wear another belt” he says.
“Why did you buy 2 versions? I’ll never take this one off.. no need for 2” And poof, in half a second he crushes all my dreams of a dressy date night.
Ahhhh well, such is the life I live! My next Mission….. if I chose to accept it, is to get him all dolled up for a date. The good news is that since the belt is so versatile, I can make it small enough to fit around my own waist and maybe, just maybe, if I dance around in only a belt, I can convince him to put it on himself and take me out?? I’ll have to let you know if this mission is successful (only – I probably won’t blog about that …..so don’t expect a full report!)
So, the long story short is. These belts are awesome. We have since purchased one as a gift for almost every male family member. Hubby still loves his and, while he still despises my penchant for reality tv, he can admit (albeit in a whisper and behind closed doors) that sometime, just sometimes, there’s some good to be had from my “addiction” and *gasp* reality tv
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