About a month ago, I was talking about setting up an aquarium. My husband was dead set against it. He didn't want them, didn't like them, and wanted nothing to do with them.
I happen to like aquariums, I find watching the fish relaxing. So, I went out and bought one.
Yeah, I heard about that. I got in a bit of trouble over that purchase.
Five days later I bought the fish.
When I got them in the tank, he spent an hour and a half watching them. He looked at me and said, "I can't believe they are making me this happy."
Side note, my husband is autistic.
He went ahead and named them, Sisyphus, Meredith, Tag, Current, and Tony. Current and Tony have since met with the great toilet bowl in the sky.
Flash forward to, well, right now.
I have no idea how much he's spent. Our rec room looks like a science lab. I've been sent out to buy an ever increasing amount of fish related stuff.
Hell, I found out recently there is such a thing as a fish veterinarian.
Yes, a vet for fish.
No, I'm not making this up. Just search "fish vets" on Google.
Never knew that was a thing.
Now, he want's to go across town to buy a 55 Galleon tank...with all of the special furniture, pumps, and Lord knows what else.
You know what? F**k it. If that's what he wants. If that will make him happy. Then I'll do it. I'm glad that he's gotten this involved. It gets him off the computer and the cell phone, and it stimulates him intellectually.
Then I'll happily pay the price.