The Handsome JC, the love of my life, the man of my dreams, is weird. Yes, its true, and I'll tell ya why.
A few days ago there were tornadoes in the area where he lives. He was at work and someone mentioned to him that there was severe activity in the vicinity of his house. Obviously there wasn't much he could do about it, so he stayed at work and finished out his day. On the way home from work, a 45 minute drive, he worried about one thing - no, not his brand new Harley Davidson Rocker C that was parked outside, nor whether he still had a roof on his house - he worried about whether the cover was blown off his hot tub again because he says that thing is hellishly heavy to carry back up the stairs from his yard to his deck.
Thankfully, when he arrived, his $25,000 motorcycle was intact, as was his roof, but I could hear the relief in his voice when he announced that his hot tub cover was firmly where it was supposed to be, on the hot tub.
Now, if it had been me, and someone had told me there was a tornado near my house, I would have i) panicked; ii) mourned the loss of my dog because I knew he would be in the midst of a fatal stroke; and iii) worried about my new cinnamon apple candle I just bought and hadn't had a chance to burn yet.
Or something like that. But if I had a $25,000 motorcycle sitting outside, I think my priorities would have been a bit different.
Yep, he's weird. That's probably why we get along so well.