So we are getting ready for church today and I notice Todd putting stuff in a little, black backpack that I had in the goodwill box. He is so excited to have something to store all his stuff in. I ask what stuff he is looking to store, kind of dreading where I know this conversation is headed. "Oh you know, my glasses, sunglasses, wallet, money clip, cellphone, bible and pen."
I ask him if he seriously considering using this back pack. He says of course.
Now, no offense to people who actually wear backpacks to carry their junk around. I am sure you are really nice and cool. Your back pack is probably really nice and cool as well.
Todd's backpack is really small and is probably made for a 3 year old. He is 35.
I go off to finish getting one of my 5 kids ready and the next thing I know I see Todd walking around with the backpack on.
"Are you actually wearing that to CHURCH!" I asked him. I am mortified. Todd is not the type of person to be wearing the midget backpack. He is a big musclely man who played division 1 football and is very manly, has manly chesthair, and sometimes doesn't wear deodorant. You get the picture. It was totally freaking me out.
You probably think I am shallow. Well, that's exactly what Todd said. I then told him if he is going to wear it in public not to walk near me.
Well, we had words. . . I called him a dork, he called me immature . . . it was lovely.
Here is a picture. Should we bring back the manpack?
