Thursday, March 5, 2009

for my personal protection

It's always wonderful when your husband tells you he thought of you today and bought you something...

well...wonderful, until he hands you pepper spray. I suppose on some morbid level the gesture is still romantic.

I am sure that if I ever were actually confronted by a knife weilding psychopath, I would more likely spray myself in the eye, than effectively thwart any attempt to steal our precious baby.

Worse, I will probably never encounter said psychopath, forget I carry pepper spray, and attempt to board a plane someday. I can just see it now. Our toddler will be screaming from his stroller as his mother is tackled to the ground by three hefty security officers.


Thanks honey.

4 comments:

Ash said...

Well, it's the thought that counts!!!

Rachel Brown said...

How funny!

a little overprotective?

have you been threatened recently? or is this just general worry? Does he know you took ... martial arts... Judo, was it?

that's just funny!

ariana said...

well not general worry because that would imply that this was normal, but Derick worry, no other reason.

Dee said...

That ridiculous, hilarious and romantic all at the same time. Who knew.