The day I lost my Tupperware and gained my Soul Mate.

 So this is pretty much completely random, but sometimes random thoughts or memories are the most fun to share (or mundane, you choose) ;)

We used to own quite a collection of Tupperware.

We now own all new Tupperware, not one piece of the old made it from San Diego to Alaska.

I'm pretty sure it probably went home with random coasties or has been dedicated to the ESD in San Diego as that's where it all ended up.

Why?

I discovered this greusome spider outside our house in San Diego one day... After throwing the basketball at it's web above the side garage door (multiple times unsuccessfully trying to smash it) I gave up and waited for Drew to get home to 'take care of it'.

So apparently 'take care of it' has more than one meaning, and I should have been more specific with my use of the English language when communicating with a member of the opposite sex.

This was the day that started the rein of the disappearing Tupperware.

Once again, you may be asking WHY?

So now to the good part. Drew started capturing spiders and taking them to work to fight spiders that other guys would catch on their properties and bring into work. I guess this was the start of some kind of arachnid fight club to take place on government property. 

They would put the two spiders together in one tupperware container and leave them there until one had killed the other.

This went so far that one time, we actually captured a spider in another city and I had to sit with it in a container on the floorboard for the three hour drive back to San Diego.  (of course I'm the one who found the spider, and was like, hey Drew you have to see THIS ONE... me = enabler)

This practice or male ritual or 'scientific study' continued until the day we finally ran out of Tupperware.  Game over.

This is one of a handful of stories I have that only prove to me, how 'special' my husband is. BECAUSE if ANY other guy had engaged in this type of absolutely retarded behavior I would have rolled my eyes and walked out that door in the amount of time it would have taken to pack up my shoe collection ;)  Instead, I found its juvenile quality charming and cute!  

Moral: Every day I think about stories like this and promise myself to never take that spirit away from my husband, to always smile and blush from my own embarrassment that I could find such primitive behavior by him appealing in its innocence. ...To never turn him into just another guy to whom I would roll my eyes and walk away :)  He will always be that special one. The ONLY one.  Happy one year wedding Anniversary to my sexy Coastie!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (a few days late lol)   

I love you baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!