Devon Moos, Action Figure Hunter.

There are a number of relatively random things that come along with having an action figure collector as a husband, like getting to know the UPS man by name.

It's Dave, in case you're wondering.

Another curious situation is having lengthy conversations about the wall of DVDs and action figures in your living room.




The more extreme state of affairs would be having someone you don't know have to go into the office (also known as the man cave, which is home for roughly 2,000 action figures) for some reason. There's enough action to give my twelve year old action figure loving cousin a heart attack.

This is not Devon's home, much to her husbands chagrin.

Trying to explain that room to someone who doesn't know us is not for the faint of heart.

I've just been given a back of an action figure package with pictures of a new collection that just came out that I've been given the mission to hunt for because I'm going to visit family on the west coast.

Yep, that's right, I've been on a mission to go hunt for action figures at the Wal-Mart and Target locations in Idaho as you're reading this. It's not for every girl, but I can appreciate and contribute to the amount of joy it brings my husband.

I am not sure if other wives are sent out on missions like these. It's not a "honey, can you pick up some milk on the way home?" sort of thing, but more like a "honey can you pick up the new ToyFare on the way home?" sort of deal. I ended up stopping at New England Comics this past week on my way home per just that request, right after I set up a subscription on Amazon so I wouldn't have to stop on the way home for that reason again.

Granted, my husband is very tolerant and supportive of my interests.

I am completely food obsessed and he is very accommodating to my desire to try new local restaurants and respects the time I spend engrossed in booze recipes. He supports my love of all things gin and wiener dog. He also doesn't mind giving me Monday nights to myself so I can watch the shows on A&E that he finds so repulsive. Who doesn't love spending an evening learning about addiction, obsessive compulsive disorder and hoarding? I am not even going to delve into my vampire obsession that turned into something that has taken up a copious amount of my time within the past year reading and watching my stories.

NOT Jesse's collection

Okay, Jesse doesn't want to watch that in the least, but he can go watch terrible Monday night wrestling in the other room. I do not endorse or support his watching cheese ball wrestling in any way, shape, or form and it grates on my every last nerve. Wrestling is on the same level as along with that stupid show on ESPN called Around the Horn. Seriously, despite if you like sports or not, who wants to listen to jerks shout at each other for half an hour? Around the Horn makes me want to turn into she-Hulk just so I can go destroy that set and scare them into never, EVER being on TV again. Not even kidding. I don't have to like it, and I guess I can be okay with their existence as long as I don't have to watch those cavemen shout at each other.

Not Jesse's, but this guy sure loves STAR WARS

I wouldn't trade these quirks for anything in the world as we approach our first wedding anniversary. I an seeing matching awesome tattoos in our future.