My husband has several things for which he is totally completely OBSESSED. Call me clueless, I admit I was, I'd known Spencer for years before I realized he HAD obsessions. We were discussing this at dinner the other night because I claimed not to have obsessions.
His obsessions are:
He claims my obsessions are:
going to bed early
"Those aren't really obsessions!" I said.
"Oh yeah?" he said "It is 5:30 p.m. and you are already putting on your p.j's"
It was true. But I was sick. He couldn't think of any more obsessions for me, and I kept adding them to his list like
but when I couldn't think of anymore he picked me up and told me that I was his main obsession. Watch out Bono and Bronco's wearing Nike. I'm the luckiest girl in the world!