The husband likes Zippos. He’s not a smoker and he usually uses a striker for his jeweler’s torch, but for some reason he just wants one. Especially after buying his dad and two brothers some a few years ago… because they are in fact smokers; one day I’ll let y’all hear the song, “Five Smokers in a Singlewide”. We wrote it one Christmas and his band, at the time, played it at a show or two. I know… you can’t wait. ;)
So back to my story; knowing that he likes Zippos, but also knowing it would be more novelty than anything, I thought this would be a great year to get him a customized one. Something no one would think to get him but one of those things he only mentioned in passing.
I would be a ROCK STAR WIFE!
*I mean for real, his Christmas list is cargo pants, black dress shoes and argyle socks… WTHeck, not rock star wife gifts!!!
|Just a few I was eyeballin' for him. :(|
Well last night he comes home all excited about his most recent purchase. I figured he found something for the kids, maybe even me. Nope, he proceeds to pull out a monogramed Zippo that he bought for himself… less than two weeks before Christmas and our Anniversary. WTFrack!?!
This rock star wife was not happy. I think there was a gut punch and maybe a nipple twist involved. I can’t remember because I was too busy telling him he was a jerk… I do know there were a few back hands to the chest.
All the while he’s just looking at me like I’ve lost my mind and pleased as punch that he had his Zippo.
Jerk! <pout> He's getting a tie and new shoe laces.