Me: "What? What is it?"
Mags: "I don't know."
Me: "Can you go find out? I don't trust him."
Mags: "I know. He's tricky."
In the fifteen (hundred) years I've known my husband, he's always been a jokester. Jumping out from behind doors, putting rubber, life-like frogs in my purse, or setting up a cardboard Hannibal Lecter to fall onto me when I open my closet door are just a few of his favorite things. Loving, guttural-scream-inducing gestures.
So, tonight, when he came in to present me with something special he found outside, you'll understand why my first reaction was...less than trusting. Take a look.