How Sweet It ISN'T.
Call me old fashioned.
My hubby and I didn’t live together before we got married. So when it came time for me to move in, he had to drag me kicking, screaming, and punching.
He was a bachelor. Had a MAJOR bachelor pad. I mean, this could rival most bachelor pads. And let’s not forget – he is a decade older than me, so his stuff was just…OLD.
But financially, it made sense to live there for a short time – we had plans to buy a house.
First up: boatloads of dye cast cars:
Don’t think that’s alot? That is about 1/64th of the collection. Strewn about the small townhouse.
Some mini cars, lucky to still be living here:
On the nice bookcase in the family room, sat these:
We have alot of them.
I do like this guy:
Sidney Crosby. What a hottie.
The downstairs wasn’t terrible. It was almost terrible. The whole place probably hadn’t been thoroughly cleaned since 1985.
No offense to my hubs. He was a bachelor, after all.
Let’s just say…How sweet it WASN’T.
Once you ventured up the spooky staircase and made your way into the bedroom, you were greeted by this guy:
Yes, folks. That is a FRAMED (and autographed) picture of a WWF wrestler. OR WCW. Or whatever the heck it is. FRAMED.
IN A FRAME. With glass over it. HANGING ON THE WALL.
Who does this?
There were multiples. Including Chris Benoit, that nice wrestler that murdered his wife, dwarfed son, and then hung himself. Wouldn’t you want him, FRAMED, hanging on your wall?
Alas, I have allowed Mr. Hunt to hang some of his photos in his room:
aka the garage.
I am fine with this. We all need our space.
However, there is one battle I did not win:
He creeps the bejesus out of me.
There is no room for him in the garage. Not that I would move him there.
Do you know why?
Just look at how he stares at me.
He would totally kill me in my sleep.
85 Comments on “How Sweet It ISN'T.”
This is absolutely hilarious! What would men do without us? Honestly!
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LOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THERE ARE NO WORDS.
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We raise bronze turkeys every year for food. They are actually very interesting fowl to have around, too bad you never got to see this guy alive he wouldn’t creep you out so much. I would gladly take him off your hands but I’m sure the shipping charges would be ginormous. Try selling him on Ebay if Mr. Sweet agrees to get rid of him. Or see if you can donate him to a Fish & Wildlife office or museum. Then Mr. Sweet can go see him anytime he likes. Good luck!
Thanks for the tips! Hahaha – unfortunately, Mr. How Sweet will NEVER agree to getting rid of the turkey. Ever.
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Hahaha I know I’m super late to even read this post, but the stuffed turkey has me in stitches! You are far too nice for letting him keep that thing!
I am reading this just now and laughing! Once I got married and moved in to my husband’s house (I am also old-fashioned:) I promptly removed a nasty voodoo head on a stick in the bedroom (I promise my hubs is more normal than he sounds), and then gradually removed all of his weird skeleton statues throughout the house… Luckily most of it is boxed away now
or put into the spare bedroom. My ultimate goal is to have it all gone but I have to do it in a way that he thinks it’s HIS idea :)