What's up with the hubz?

Ok, so the hubby acted a little strange on our recent visit to Myrtle Beach...

The trip starts out like all the other ones...the hubby gets a little obsessed with GETTING to the destination.  When we were dating, he'd make us leave for Carowinds at 6am, arriving at 8am, waiting at the locked gate until the park opened at 10:30am...he's always been like that.

So, of course, we're getting ready to head out way before we need to.  By the time we get to the hotel, of course, we can't check in because, of course, we're there 12 hours early...

We went to the aquarium because it's one of the only things that we haven't done in Myrtle Beach...everything's normal until we go into the gift shop.....

There's an unbelievable cute shirt...a little spin on duck duck goose...

Unfortunately, the biggest size was 18 mos and I couldn't squeeze into it...but Paul suggests we get it anyways.

Actually, not suggests, picks it up and takes it to the register...

This is the guy that had a mini-fit at Boots, Bridles, and Britches when I wanted to buy the cutest little pair of cowboy boots for our 'one-day baby'...

A light breeze could've knocked me over...I'm in total shock...of course, the hubby acts like it's business as usual and brushes it off.

LATER THAT SAME TRIP...

We went shopping at Barefoot Landing, not unusual.

The T.I.G.E.R. people with the cute tiger cubs aren't there, not unusual.

We walk right by the Christmas Mouse (a store completely devoted to year-round Christmas), not unusual.

Paul asks if I want to go into the Christmas store, COMPLETELY unusual.

Not only does he actively look and shop with me, he actually gives input and even picks out several ornaments all on his own...

What is the deal????

Not that I'm minding the changes, I'm kinda excited about it...it's just freaking me out a little :-/