Huzzah for Fezzes

Not only did I manage to rope Ash into attending a Renaissance festival with me this year, I got him to dress up, help me with my henna table, and drum too. I made him a costume, but it was the promise of a fez that made him agree to wear it. It also helped that I coerced some of his friends into dressing up too.

All weekend, I kept hearing people yell “Fezzes are cool!” whenever they saw my husband. At first, I wanted to shout back “Don’t encourage him,” but I didn’t want to complain since I didn’t have to work at the festival by myself.

 

This image was altered to protect the "innocent."

So, if you want to make your significant other attend a Renaissance faire, buy him a fez… or some mead. Mead helps too.

Zombie Walk

Ash just had his birthday last weekend, but he was scheduled to work. So, the day before his birthday I took him to a nearby Irish pub so he could get his fix of fish and chips. (He has been watching a lot of British shows lately, so he refuses to eat French fries anymore.)

Poor Ash. He celebrated the day of his birth by pretending to be dead.

After Ash put in a grueling day of work, he joined me amongst the living dead at an annual zombie walk. It was a benefit for the food shelf, which is kind of sick but it’s for a good cause.

Summer Recap

Over the summer, Ash and I moved to a new apartment. It was shocking how much stuff we had crammed in our previous one bedroom apartment. Ash was pleased to move to the new place because of the second bedroom, which he took over as his “man cave.” It’s full of his comics, which would make it more of a “nerd room” than a “man cave,” but I digress.

I took this picture mid-packing to document my sorrow.

After moving, and unpacking, life just got in the way. Yes, Ash still keeps wasting money on comics and Doctor Who DVDs, but I’ve just been so busy with work and other obligations I haven’t even had time to complain about him publicly lately! Last Sunday was the first time in over two months where I wasn’t obligated to be anywhere, and it was nice!

  

Anyway, I hope things will settle down after Halloween. This year I decided to be lazy and not make new costumes, but I think I will make up for it by making caramel apples instead!

He’s Not in a Rush

Ash is not the best travelling companion. He takes forever to get ready to go anywhere, but I’m sure many husbands can be like that. My main complaint is the amount of music he has to gather for any car trip. I think he needs one CD per mile travelled. For example, we might only need to be in the car for 2 hours, but he’ll bring along 15 hours of music. Even if we’re just going to grocery story, he needs 5 CDs. I wish I was exaggerating. He doesn’t like to bring a lot of variety either. He will select one band and bring every album he owns by that group.
 

  

When he’s driving, he’ll like to say things like, “Hand me the Rush album.” Of course, all of the CD cases are wedged behind my seat under his suitcase, a cooler, and whatever else is in the car. After dislocating my shoulder to grab a CD, it’s always the wrong one. According to my husband, I should intuitively know which Rush album is the correct one.

 

Often, I will forgo playing DJ assistant and drive so Ash can play with the radio. The tradeoff is I have to listen to Ash’s driving directions, which are just as clear as his CD directions. Instead of “Hand me the Rush album,” he’ll say things like, “You should have taken that exit.”
 

Batman Detective Comics 872

  
There’s a Doctor Who joke somewhere in this cover, but I don’t want to be the one to make it.

Two Omega Men

Ash’s habit of buying two of the exact same comic isgetting annoying. I just saw that he has two copies of Omega Men #37. Our apartment is small enough! It’s bad enough that we have a dozen boxes filled with comics clogging up our bedroom, but now I’m worried about how many of those comics are duplicates!

Blowup Wolverine

Ash was very nice and washed the dishes before he went to work this morning, so instead of making fun of him today I will share this picture of an inflatable Wolverine I saw in a comic book store a few weeks ago.