He insists that it just needs a few parts and it will be ready to roll.
His list is short.
Frame, body, running gear, axles, glass, dashboard, and tires.
There are times when I wonder if my hubby's inability to grasp the concepts of reality are Asperger driven, (excuse the pun), or some sort of mental illness.
"Sweetie, do you see the same thing that I see?" I query. "I see a few parts to put in/on an existing Jeep."
"Well, I know it probably needs a few things..." The Hubster mutters.
We had just been discussing my current 'complaint' regarding the projects within view of our home when he comes home with a new one.
Since we live in the middle of six acres, I'm of the persuasion that I shouldn't have to look at those projects from the windows of my domicile.
The Hubster is proud of his work, thus enjoys 'showing' them off.
For some ten or twelve years now I have been begging him to stop purchasing or obtaining any more projects until he finishes his current ones. But he is obsessed with searching the internet for more. I have explained that we must live within our budget in order to keep our home. He spends anyway.
I've read blogs about Aspie husbands that 'control' the household funds as a drowning man grabs onto a lifeline.
My hubby is definitely not one of those.
With his approval I've temporarily removed the debit and credit cards from his wallet. I've hidden the checkbook. I feel like a headmistress at a boys school.
It's not a good feeling.
Steve promises to put his new 'rig' in his shop this weekend - provided he can clear enough space for it.
At that, I laugh!