Everyone knows what Husbands are, right? Those awesome back pillows with the arms? No? You didn’t know? That’s ok, I didn’t either for about 29 years- I always just called them “those pillows with the arms”.

Well, I don’t sit at a desk to work or play on my laptop, it’s either the bed or the couch. If it’s the couch, I sit sideways, not normally, and the stupid couch arms dig into my back. Hubs complains if I use the bed because I steal all of his pillows to prop my back up. So, I told him that I want a Husband, and if I get one that I’ll stop stealing his pillows (for that purpose, anyway).

So this weekend we split off. He went to his parents, I went to mine (we always do this for holidays). He remembered that he used to have a Husband at his parents house, and they’ve kept most of his stuff for him since we don’t have proper storage where we live. Apparently they don’t actually know where any of it is, though.

So he approached his brother. He says to his very straight brother, “I’m looking for a husband”. This earns him a rather suspicious look because his brother knows hubs is straight and thus this can not mean what it sounds like it means. Hubs explains, brother in law relaxes, but no one knows where it is.

So, they head out to K-mart to the pillow section where they find a man that works there. Hubs approaches and states “I’m looking for a husband”. That poor man. According to hubs, the man was very quick to point out that he’s already married (which when he related the story to me just made me respond that then he IS a husband!) and apparently became very nervous until hubs explained to him that it’s a pillow with arms.

And while I desperately wish that I could put this story down in writing the way hubs told it to me verbally (and the fact that without knowing my husband you can’t possibly know just how very funny this is) I’m just very happy that eventually my husband found a husband and I now can have two husbands in bed any time I want.

The end.