Tit for Tat
Okay, you wives out there, I want the honest truth. Your husband goes out and buys a big purchase: a $750 dollar leather jacket, a $5000 deep sea fishing pole and reel, a 2005 Corvette, or, in my case, a Ducati 999 motorcycle. What do you do, smile sweetly and chime in "Oh well, don't worry honey. I don't need anything for my anniversary or birthday?" Do you clip coupons as you gaze proudly at your husband as he applies the first coat of wax to his new baby? Do you dutifully cut your credit cards into a million tiny pieces and scatter them ceremoniously throughout the Target parking lot to the tune of a solemn funeral dirge? If your answer to any of these questions is yes, then more power to ya, girl. You're a bigger person than I am. Me, I immediately engage in a flurry of mental activities, furiously sorting through my purchasing options. Do I need any new clothes? Yes, but I'm a slob at heart and not ready for an identity crisis. Do I need a new car? Why? After all, I'm just now getting accustomed to the 5 year old gummy bears that have melted permanently into the drink holders. I've even named them. Do I get a new computer? Maybe. Annika just dropped my laptop (and actually came to confess, can you believe that? Hell, at that age I would have put it back on the desk and scurried away, whistling a tune of nonchalance.) But then there's the horrible headache that goes along with setting up a new computer. A veritable hell built solely of ones, zeroes, and frayed nerves. Instead of all these options, I decided to buy my kids little pocket bikes to use in the cul de sac. Sadly, my neighbors are buying stock in earplug companies and calling for bids from moving van companies, but at least their outside, thumbing their noses (metaphorically speaking, of course) at Pappa as he revs his little Italian mistress in the garage. He's freaked out that they may fall and hurt themselves, but I think it would take a Chinese acrobat to do much harm from a distance of 2 inches off the ground. Anyway, the coup de grace was when Rune's Ducati got a flat tire after his first ride. Poor guy, he's in mourning. Waaah Waaah. I'm soooo sad for him. Now, off to Microcenter to look at laptops! Bye now!.