a confession.

when i see my husband working on his coin collection i think that he looks like a young ebenezer scrooge. it drives me nuts. it's a bit of a sore subject right now, but we'll get it figured out.

he's not a miser or anything. he just looks like one with his little stacks and magnifying glass. while he was getting his collection started i happened to have been working on a school paper about the negative consequences of the "love of money." ironic. and irritating.

sometimes our marriage plays out like a sitcom. i'm curious to see where this episode is going. hopefully it ends with a hilarious turn of events during a vacation cruise when i accidentally drop his collection overboard when i'm carrying our bags and i have to try and recreate the collection from scratch while on the cruise ship by playing the ukulele for coins from other passengers when he is not looking. in the end he'll learn that i want him have his hobby and i'll realize that all he really wants is me.

to be fair i included these pictures of the flowers he got for me the other day, just because.