My husband and I were both off work today. We deposited our children in safe hands and headed off just the two of us for the afternoon. In the land of two small children, that's called a date.
Because we are both exceptionally casual and lazy, we had no plans for our big date. We ended up having soup, trolling a mall and playing Ms. Pac-Man. We also spent 45 minutes picking out the perfect remote controlled helicopter for my husband. And as much as I'd like to say buying remote controlled toys is some sort of anomaly in our relationship, we have two remote controlled speed boats at home that say otherwise.
A couple years ago, we came up with the bright idea of racing speed boats in our swimming pool. I'm sure 12 year olds regularly come up with that idea but lack the funds to finance the operation. When you're a grown adult with money in the bank, all you need is a nearby Toys R Us. Those two boats are now decorative pieces on a shelf in our garage. We clearly needed a helicopter to go with them.
My husband's been perfecting his flying skills all evening. Before dinner, he was perfecting his take off. The key is to go straight up. You know, just in case you lose your mind and feel the need to get your own remote controlled helicopter. Now he's practicing buzzing my head. He's also gotten very good at bringing it in for a landing on the the computer desk in front of me while I type. I'd like to write more but quite frankly the draft from the helicopter is blowing crap in my eye. So I'm going to go be ridiculous with my husband. Feel free to do likewise. It's nice.