Beam Me Up, Rex! Teleportation and Tight Jeans

I am not sure what to get my tech husband for Christmas this year. After all, he has enough electronic gizmos to open up a mini Fry's on our cull de sac. He doesn't eat much and he doesn't drink much either. While this might sound like the description of a self-contained houseplant, let me assure you that my husband is indeed very real... he's just not needy.

But I still want to get him something nice.

And so... I've opted for something practical and sexy. Something economic, yet pricey enough to show that I care. I am going to splurge for... are you ready for this... a pair of 34x34 501 button fly jeans!

I have my reasons:

1. He doesn't have many pants. Out of 3 pairs, two he uses for yard work.

2. He looks damn sexy in his Levis if I do say so myself.

3. The third pair of jeans he has are pink. You know... because washing them with a bright red new tee shirt wasn't my most brilliant move on the planet.

* Note: If I were truly a spectacular wife I would replace his underwear also. But knowing he's going to a high powered corporate job in neon pink briefs just makes me laugh to no end.

In closing, let me say that in addition to a new pair of pants, I just found this article for him. It mentions that his long obsession with Star Trek teleporting might not be confined to the boob tube any longer. All I know is if I can be in one place - say the laundry room - but beam myself into a Starbucks for a cappucino at the same time - my life might just be complete.

Though likely Rex's undies would never remain white. I'm not a great multi-tasker.

But I am a great gift giver. I hope he likes his jeans. And more than that, I hope he knows how much I love him.

This holiday season, I hope you enjoy the gifts of a great marriage also.

Posted by Andrea Frazer

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