First off, I've got PMS, and the husbeast just walked up and asked "Want me to go get you some potato chips? Or maybe a salt lick?"
So he's a nutball and a smartass.
Fits right in.
Yesterday, well, we used to have this collander. It wasn't a bad collander, but using it meant rearranging half the kitchen because it was big and unwieldy and annoying. The husbeast has hated it intensely and talked for a while about replacing it. Eventually, last week, he got the replacement collander. So yesterday he took the other one out to the driveway, and drove over it. With his Suburban.
Then he hung it on the wall in his garage.
Right next to the 'One Way' sign he accidentally backed a semi over, when we lived in Hawaii. (To this day he swears the sign commit suicide by jumping in front of the truck.)
But he's getting me potato chips.