My Shopping Hubby

Good husbands are hard to find these days. Some are cranky. Some are stingy. Some ignore you in favour of NBA.

The Hubby is none of these things. He doesn’t drink. He stopped smoking ten years ago. He doesn’t look at other girls (at least not when I’m around!). He’s a cool dad who befriends all his kids’ friends. But there is something special about him that not many husbands do for their wives—that is, he goes shopping for me.

Yes, Virginia, there is such a thing as a shopping hubby.

He bought 'em all!

He has a job which requires him to travel, not around the world though(sigh!), but just the major Philippine cities—Metro Manila, Cebu, Davao. Every time he goes to these cities, he never fails to buy me (and, now that my daughter is a teener, her too) something—a shirt, or pants, or skirt, or shoes, or, when he’s in the mood, even lipstick (MAC is the only brand for my smackers). How does he know what fits me? Well, the moment he reaches the store, he calls (thank God for cell phones!). “There is a nice fuschia dress here in Zara” or “What color of shirt does Issa like in Topshop, black or gray?” or “Lady Gaga MAC lipstick is out of stock, what other shade would you like me to buy instead?” Amazing, huh? While other husbands (and boyfriends included) dread the word shopping, the Hubby willingly walks from store to store rummaging through women’s boutiques for his poor wife at home.

MNG shirt
UK² denim skirt
So! Fab booties

Of course, he’s not perfect.

He worries too much about his job.

He snores.

He sometimes forgets to put the toilet seat down.

But who’s complaining if you have a closet-full of love?