While off speaking as an expert at a one of his mind control/hypnosis/trauma/dissociation whizbang conferences My Husband The Lord & Master’s watch battery died.
So, for $5. (Canadian) he bought a new watch. A ladies watch. With a bone-colored fake leather strap. That was too tight for his wrist.
“I like it,” he insisted.
“But it’s a ladies watch. And it doesn’t fit you.”
“I still like it.”
That’s my man. He’s got a soft and creamy center.
With his blessings, I spent a fast $30. (American) and got a better band. For myself.
Thanks for the new watch!