Can Man

As I already mentioned, Jason bought more coffee cans at Hub's Place last weekend, despite the fact that I kept telling him we have enough now.  He didn't listen.  He told me if they didn't look right, he'd use them to store "screws, nails, and what not." (FYI - "what not" is one of Jason's favorite expressions, along with 'good grief', which I always tell him he and Charlie Brown are the only people who use).

When we got home, Jason cleaned up his cans and tried to arrange them on his ever-growing pile so nicely displayed on top of our living room bookshelf.  He spent a good deal of time rearranging them and trying to get them all to fit.  They didn't.

"I think I bought too many," he called out from the living room.

"I told  you so.  If you keep buying them, after a while they'll look like junk" I called back from the kitchen, secretly pleased with myself that I was right.  I didn't mention any more about it.  I just assumed Jason would take the cans to the basement or the garage and fill them with screws, nails and 'what not.'

Later that night, I was sitting on the couch watching American Idol and I spotted something bright from behind the plants in the living room.  Could it be .. .



he didn't . . .  


                             .  . . yes, he did:

There were the cans, discreetly placed behind my plants on the windowsill.   And did I mention that not only is he obsessed with cans, but they are getting rustier?! 

After my discovery, I just looked over at him in disbelief.  His sparkly blue eyes smiled back at me. He's lucky he's so beautiful.