21 Pounds of Neckties...

My husband Dave is an odd sort of romantic.  One year, he bought me a rock tumbler for our anniversary because I always wanted one growing up, and my Dad wouldn't buy me one.  After I fired the thing up, I learned why: a rock tumbler sounds pretty much exactly like a bunch of rocks in a blender, and it takes like a MONTH of constantly running it to polish any rocks.  Seriously, you could hear that thing OUTSIDE.  But I digress.

The UPS man brought a huge box to my doorstep a few days ago.  I dragged it indoors--it was really heavy, and it felt like a big box of laundry.  I joked that it was a box full of socks. (Actually, I wouldn't have been all that surprised if it WAS a box of socks).  I emailed DandeDave at work, and he said, "Stay OUT of that box!" and, "it weighs 21 lbs. according to the shipping notice."

We've been joking all week about the 200 pairs of socks he got me for Valentine's Day.  Last night, he said that no two pairs of socks were alike, and there was one extra sock with no mate-- and that the fun was I get to match up the pairs of socks.  I failed to see the romance in this proposition.

Here's what's really inside the box:

 

...and now you know what 21 lbs. of neckties looks like.   I had mentioned on Facebook over the holidays that I loved a certain dahlia tree skirt made of silk ties.  Now I'm pondering though...do I want a tree skirt, or do I want a luxurious silk coverlet with a giant dahlia medallion?  I'm the proud owner of 200 ties...surely that's enough to get the job done, if I can keep DandeDave out of them.