Yesterday, Hubby and I stopped at a furniture store to look for a storage cabinet. While I was taking my sweet time--strolling around every room of furniture--analyzing every knickknack and accessory, PC wandered ahead of me into the bedroom section. Suddenly, from about twenty feet away, I heard him say, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!"
When I turned the corner and finally caught up with him, I saw this:
........which, incidentally, is SUPPOSED to look like THIS (minus the crazy man sitting in it):
At this point I was all....
Me: Dude, you're making an ass of yourself. Get out of there before the security dudes put you on YouTube.
PC: What kind of a sick bastard would put a tiny coffin in their bedroom?
Me: That's not a coffin. It's kinda like a hope chest. Traditionally, some guys offer these to the women they intend to marry so the women can fill them up with linens and crap. It's kind of like a pre-bridal shower, except you buy your own shit and save it for when you get married.
PC: I don't get it.
Me: When a man gives a woman a hope chest, he is in fact saying to her, I love you and would like to marry you SOMEDAY, but I am NOT ready for a commitment RIGHT NOW.
PC: That's not what he's saying.
Me: Enlighten me.
PC: If a man gives you one of THOSE, he's either saying, "I hope you drop dead, you stone cold be-otch!" OR, "If you get out of line, I'll cut you up into little pieces and bury you in the backyard!"
Me: *slowly backing away* Uhhh...okay. Let's just agree that this matter should be left open to interpretation.
(AND THEN I WENT HOME....TO HIDE ALL OF MY SHARP CUTLERY)