Recently Corey and I had to rearrange some of the pictures we have hanging around our apartment.
I say "had to" because Corey was itchin' for something new.
We got everything all lined up and ready to go on the walls when Corey said,
"Hang on a sec. I'll grab my tool box."
What he brought out was a box. Of tools. A small cardboard box.
My husband has a literal tool box.
(turns nose up) And I bet your husband has one of those clanky metal things. That is sooooo pretentious.