Silly Things

Bill and I went shopping today. We wandered around the mall in the undoubtedly fruitless search for a wallet for me and popped into various stores. As we passed Build a Bear I asked Bill if he had ever built one. He said, once for a girl friend. Then he suggested that I just get one of the bears and leave it unstuffed and use it as a purse. Jokingly we went in and started looking at the bears. As I picked up the volume-less turtle Bill said (in his customary way), "You know what, you need a turtle. It has a zipper in it's shell. You can use that as a purse."

"No, no I don't need a turtle."

"Yes you do. We're getting you a turtle."

I succumbed.

We went thorough the whole process of building the turtle, including picking a sound box—we went with the one that roars. I think the woman filling the turtle determined that we're just a little bit touched. When the kid in front of us was getting her bear stuffed the woman asked her what she was going to name it, Bill turned to me and said, "I get to name him." Ironically, he picked the name he wants to give his dog—when he gets one.

When all was said and done, I think Bill had more fun than I.

When we got to the cash register I was fully prepared to pay for our silly little venture, but when he reached for his walled, I let Bill pay.

Bill, in case you haven't figured it out, shows he cares by spending money on people.

And, yeah, we're totally not dysfunctional.