Since I hold the purse strings, and the entire purse as well, I bought myself a treat on Sunday. A GROCERY STORE SOCK CAP! Yes. Val is a fashionista. It cost $5.99, and is black, with an orange rectangular patch stitched onto the front with a black silhouette of deer antlers. Not a style I had been yearning for, but it will serve its purpose: to keep me warm(er) as I sit in the kitchen nook at night, typing on HIPPIE.
Hick walked into the kitchen last night, on his way to bed, and LAUGHED!
"Ha ha! You're wearing a sock cap!"
"Yeah. To keep me from freezing to death."
I'm not sure what I expected from Hick. He KNEW I bought the sock cap, because I asked him to set it on the kitchen table as I was putting away the groceries earlier. I did NOT expect Hick to laugh. Nor did I expect him to say,
"My poor sweet darling! Are you cold? Shall I set up a space heater under the table to take the chill off your bones? Should I turn the thermostat from 70 to 75? Perhaps put some weather stripping around those three windows that frame you? Buy you a buffalo-skin coat at the auction?"
Yeah. That wasn't gonna happen. But he didn't have to laugh.