I had a crisis of identity (it’s a long, complicated narrative about my life and why I never developed concrete or stable goals/dreams/etc. because my lack of development of a sense of self, importance and distinct personality traits) and in response, instead of taking us home after we went to the big city to buy photographer-supplies, my husband headed south and let me spend the evening with my mom (read: mahm)and my sister. He’s a good husband.
Husband went to a photo bldg worker to get a second opinion on his “broken” flash and the worker pulled out a massive pack of batteries from his bag. I made the offhand comment that he was like a boyscout. Husband jokingly said, “Be careful, he might actually be one.” While husband was speaking, worker pulled out wallet and showed us his Eagle Scout Card.