What is it with Men

and your gagets and just having to HAVE something that you absoultly do not need?
This weekend I finally had a Saturday off, which is something that has not happened for like 6 months, the house elf and I went out and about enjoying the warming after all the damn sleet.

What do I spy but a moving sale sign. Moving Sales are the best you all...you can get some awesome stuff at great prices. So in we turn to check out this moving sale. Unfortunatly it was pretty well picked over, so I look at the house elf and say okay lets go. But he had this glazed over look on his face. I waved my hand in front of his eyes but alas no response. Anyone married knows this is a danger signal, it means they have spied something they CAN NOT LIVE WITHOUT.

Cringing inwardly, I start to follow his gaze, noting his dazed expression wondering how much foot stomping I'm gonna have to do to convince him he doesn't need whatever it is that has caught his eye.

Following his gaze I see a 10' tall metal something. Confused I look at the house elf and again at this metal monster, and back to the house elf.

Then I hear it...

It's a phone booth he breaths....a real phone booth. Again confused I look at this metal "thing" and my husband disappears into it. And he was right it was a real life, real size phone booth. The old kind that you actually walk into and it has a bench and a phone and when you close the door a fan and a light comes on. The same phone booth that superman changes into his superhero cloths. Now I'm having visions of my hubby in blue tights and a red cape. While my hubby is the best looking guy on the planet, I just don't want him having a gay moment in tights and a cape.

Right away I start snapping my fingers in his ear....saying NO hunni, NO we are not getting a phone booth. I finally break through the trance he's in and he gives me that look..the one where you feel like you just beat a new puppy. My heart broke but I had to stand strong, then he gets this look on his face and grabs his cell phone and runs.

My coniving little hubby calls my cousin's hubby, a very charming Mexican fella, and they conspire to buy this phone booth, and suddenly it's a done deal.

Banging head on a wall...WTF are these 2 going to do with a friggin' phone booth. Guys...any insight why you all have to have these gagets?

Happy Monday everyone