My Husband is a Turd

Yep. You read it correctly. I just called my husband a turd. On the internet. For anyone and everyone to see. And since it's on the internet, it will be around forever.

I know you must be thinking, "Why would Carlei call Clint a turd?" There's probably more than one reason, but the main reason is because he ruined Christmas.

Ok, maybe that was a bit much.

He ruined his Christmas. His Christmas present. The present I got him.

Ok, he didn't ruin the actual gift. But he definitely ruined the surprise.

See, Clint and I decided to actually get gifts for each other this year. We go back and forth on whether to just get something for the house and call it our "gift" and actually getting each other something more personal. This happens to be a personal gift year.

Clint told me he would really like a new pair of hunting boots. I just happened to get a coupon for online ordering from Bass Pro, so I ordered them and had them shipped to the house. I've done about half of my shopping online so we have been getting packages pretty frequently. Clint usually leaves them alone because it's probably something he has no interest in. Heck, sometimes he doesn't even bring them in!

So, I was totally shocked when I got his phone call while hawking (I don't use this word to make it sound cheap, I just think it's funny) my jewelry on the square in Fayette. The conversation goes as follows:

Clint: Hey! You got two packages today and one of them is my boots. I'm trying them on right now and I'm wearing them hunting tonight! They're great! You're the best!"

Me: You're telling me that you opened your Christmas gift and aren't going to wait until Christmas?

Clint: Yep.

Me: *Sigh* Well, Merry Christmas. You know you just ruined Christmas, right?

Clint: Yep. But my other boots are crap. I really like these!

Me: Ok. Well, enjoy your gift.

Clint: Oh I will!

What a turd!