Aselin

Well, he’s done it again. My husband was let loose out in society. I try very hard to keep him safe at home, where those who love, and sort of understand, him are the only ones exposed to his, well, um, yeah.

Hubby is an amazingly successful person. While he has had significant professional successes, this is not the arena I’m referring to. He has mastered the ability to be completely at peace with himself. I have never met a person so innately confident, he actually has no shame.

This week at the company breakfast he donned “the jumpsuit.” We usually try and keep “the jumpsuit” under wraps at home but sometimes it just breaks out. The jumpsuit started in high school when he asked his mother for a jumpsuit for Christmas. His mother has a sense of pride and quickly squashed all future hubby's 1970’s fashion suicidal tendencies. The tenacious teenager spoke with his uncle, the mortician, who of course had a spare polyester, seersucker, half-belt that buckles-in-the-front zip up jumpsuit laying around.

Soon, "Sporty" was cruising the Cyprus High School halls looking like Jack La Laine. Yeah, all the kids were wearing them...

While the original jumpsuit long ago met its demise, on his 40th birthday present from the same uncle was a new jumpsuit. Fire engine red. (Just know I have my head in my hands and am rocking back and forth.) Of course nothing says “company breakfast” like a fire engine red, polyester, half-belt that buckles-in-the-front zip up jumpsuit.

I’m told there is video. This is why he can never run for public office. Well, this and the fact that he makes up more words than “W” ever did. I’ve done everything I can to try and class the guy up. But polyester doesn’t burn. The reality is, even if there was no jumpsuit he would still create jumpsuit moments. Indelible experiences those present will remember forever even tell their kids about.

I’ve got the photos of him dressed as Cher. Heard the stories of when with his genial drawl he complimented the buxom woman on her “boots” over the PA system. Gotten the feedback of the handstand contests, yoga competitions, push up galas. He’s even split his pants jumping spread-eagle off a stage.

The beauty of all of this is that if you’re lucky enough to be around for the show, you always leave with a broad smile and feeling a little more secure about yourself. He has a gift that way.