My husband called me tonight from Florida. He had meant to take the day off and go fishing, but the weather turned bad and forced him off the pier.
He asked me where I thought he was. I heard kids yelling in the background and guessed Chuck E. Cheese.
No, it wasn't Chuck E. Cheese, but it was just as unlikely.
He was sitting at a table painting a ceramic turtle.
He had stumbled into one of those "do-it-yourself" pottery places and decided to give it a go.
I don't know what to say. It's so out of character, but at the same time, so adorable.
He's having my turtle next-dayed once it's fired so that it will arrive while he's home.
I can't stop smiling.