everything is connected

After a fraught week at work, I was pleased to see that Mr McMuffin had hired a couple of DVD's for us to watch. I wasn't terribly impressed with Birth, which made even the lovely Nicole Kidman look like a peaky faced witch. However, I am enjoying the Huckabees film and the sight of Mark Wahlberg on a bicycle wearing his fireman boots.

This strange apparel reminded me of the sight that greeted me yesterday evening. Mr McMuffin still wearing a shirt he had worn with a suit earlier in the day, had now removed the suit and tie and teamed the shirt with a pair of baggy shorts. His slippers complemented the whole ensemble beautifully, as did the rug he had placed over his knees. I like to pay attention to his appearance and tell him how gorgeous he is and he was most flattered by my regard.

It's my spider shorts he said. I had to ask him to repeat himself as I thought I had simply failed to understand what he had been trying to say. It's my spider shorts he said, when I put my hands in my pockets, it makes me feel like a spider. With that he proceeded to demonstrate how putting his hands in his shorts pockets made him lift each leg high in the air, placing each foot carefully on the floor in a reasonable facsimile of a spider with two legs (wearing spider shorts, of course).

I still haven't quite processed the whole experience. Surreal, yes. Traumatic, a hint of. Just as I began to have concerns that our marriage could not survive this madness, Mr McMuffin reassured me of his normality by trying to teach me how to carry him around the house without bending his knees. See, he's not so strange after all.