I smell something burning...Hubby must be thinking

Hubby had a great idea today. They are few and far between so I thought it was worthy of a post. Let me set the scene.

We were at home and I suggested that since we are moving soon and I would like to paint the new place, so we should go look at paint chips. We were going to the grocery store anyway, which is next door to where I wanted to go, so why not?

The response I received wasn't even a language. Maybe in the days of neanderthals it was, but for 2010 I would consider it a mouth fart. How could hubby not want to look at paint chips? He likes to shop so whats the problem? So then he tries reverse psychology on me, "But I trust the way you decorate, so I don't need to look at them." Now part of me wanted to stop right there and agree, go pick out the most horrendous colour, paint our new walls and see what he had to say then. This however, would create way too much work for me in the end so I will keep it as Plan B.

Hubby then comes out with the idea that they should have mini bars, like the one you would see at a wedding, stationed in every store that is overwhelmed by the female gender. He said that men would be more apt to grace these places if they could have a cold beer to entertain them. I think he has something here. It beats bringing a flask with you and looking like an alcoholic I guess. I could tell he was impressed with his idea because I could already see him dreaming of flat screen TVs and sports. What's weird is that it's a Canadian Tire I wanted to go to, a store mostly filled with men. I have a feeling he had been thinking about this idea for awhile and needed to get it out in the open.

Men and their crazy ideas. What's next a ball room to keep them from wandering after they too hammered at the "in store" bar.