Reason # 825,364: He puts up with and indulges my hair-brained schemes.
Case-in-point: The Big Top
When it comes to planning parties, I'm more of the idea man. I envision and Doug creates. Much to my dear husband's dismay, I have a tendency to not think about the logistics or aftermath. In my head, it's just a nail here and there, a little dab of paint and voila! you have a finished product.
For example: The Dinner Party (I envisioned lights dripping from the ceiling....think "Stars Fell on Alabama")
Doug had to configure and adhere 100's of lights and then remove them, patch the ceiling, and paint it.
For example: The Pirate Party (Every pirate party needs a plank, right?)
For example: The Mermaid Party (A centerpiece with live goldfish swimming around inside it, just sets the mood, doesn't it??) After we brought the goldfish home, I went out for a little photo session and left Doug home with the girls. He went to feed the dog and came back to find each girl walking around with a goldfish in their hands. When they saw him, they scurried over and replaced the fish ASAP. He asked them what they thought I would say and they told him they thought I would be very angry. They then decided they would run away to avoid disciplinary measures and went outside. They were both little and Doug didn't think they could get out of the backyard. A few seconds later when he realized that it seemed very, very quiet out back, he peeked out and noticed the gate to the front yard was open. He ran out to the front just in time to see them rounding the corner at the end of the street. He took off after them and caught Anna at the next corner. She went boneless and wouldn't run so he had to carry her as he ran after Lauren. Lauren hid behind a car and he finally had to ask someone if they'd seen her. This was before the party. After the party, we had to hike to a river and release the fish. Like I said, I don't think about the aftermath.
For example: The Cowgirl Party (A western party just can't be authentic without bales of hay, am I right??)
Per my request Doug hauled in something like 6-7 bales of hay and a couple of bags of sand (for panning for gold, of course) into our living room. Needless to say, we were vacuuming up hay and sand for weeks. This time I got to dispose of a few bales myself and donated them to the stables on base.
For example: The Big Top (You definitely cannot, no way whatsoever, have a circus party without a big top, am I right?) As you may know, we've been working like crazy to try and get this house to a semi-finished state. We had the entire interior painted and the thought of putting holes in the ceiling and walls....well, it hurts. Leave it to my wonderful, dreamy husband though (after only a little complaining, well maybe more than a little) to come up with a hula hoop and 8 strips of 25-foot fabric to make my little old dream come true. Aren't I a lucky girl?