For Sale: One Ugly as Sin Trailer
Mr. "Let's agree to never bring home so much as a throw pillow without consulting the other person" brought home a trailer one day. Not a cute trailer that you sleep in instead of camping. A hideous homemade trailer that you haul behind your car to carry piles of wood and other things that you don't mind exposing to the elements.
How does he tell me? He waits until I am engrossed in a book to say, oh-so-casually, "It turns out it's pretty easy to get a license plate for a trailer." It took a minute to sink in and then I was all like "WE DON'T HAVE A TRAILER. DO WE?" And then he laughed all awkwardly and muttered something about how his dad had a trailer that he could fix up, FOR FREE. And then I said no and that was that. Until the day the trailer showed up.
And then Jay was all like "We can use it to help people move things!" (I am NOT into helping people move things) and "We can carry heavy things in it!" (By which I think he means he now has a way to bring home more stuff to put in our yard) and "I think I will buy a lock so nobody can steal it!" (Nobody would ever steal this thing. But mostly I think he means to lock it up so I can't sell it to someone for a dollar one day while he is at work).
The trailer and I are having an uneasy truce, since it hauled my industrial sewing machine home from my mom's house the other day. It IS good for hauling things, but if it's in the backyard on the day of our backyard wedding, that trailer may be the victim of a large 'accidental' bonfire.