“you left your yoyo drawer open”
that’s all i heard from the bedroom
i strolled in, slightly ashamed.
“that’s a lot of yoyos” she says.
i retort, “it’s not as much as it looks like.”
“there’s more underneath there isn’t there? did you take out your clothes to fill that up with yoyos?”
me, blank stare…
At least yo-yos retain a decent amount of their value. I’ve wasted a lot more money on other hobbies with no hope of getting any significant amount back.
Now I dont have problem, I am divorced. But when I was married, the only problem with my wife was my Ann Connolly altar.
In the end, the altar disappeared.
I had all of Ann’s signature yoyos and my ex-wife said so many yoyos and you have to buy only from Ann
My wife and I try to encourage each other’s interests. She notices I have a different yoyo and she just wants me to tell her about it. I try to make certain she has things that bring her joy as well. Yep, life is good, really good!
One bass guitar = X yoyos, so it takes X yoyos to take up the space of one bass guitar. Yeah, that’s how you approach it on volume not a 1:1 ratio! Math for the WIN!
It’s nothing creepy, I only had my trading cards and posters signed by Ann’s in the person, because in this moment Ann it was my Platonic Love , but I got divorced and my ex-wife didn’t packing these things, I want to think she forgot