My wife wants to redo the bathroom. So we’re at Lowes, and after half an hour of looking at vanities, she finally says. “I want this one. Do you like it?” I say. “Yes dear, its fine.” Honestly, I really didn’t give a damn what she bought. I’m happy with just a sink. So I load the 100 lb beast onto the cart, and start pushing it around the store. We needed other items as well.
A few minutes go by, and she says. “UGH! I’m not sure if I like the color. Let’s go back and look at them again.”
Me being the nice hubby, I didn’t complain. I know she’s wanted this new bathroom for years. So I let her have at it. I push the beast back to the vanity section.
After 15 minutes of looking she says.
“This one is nicer isn’t it?”
“Yes dear. It’s nicer.”
I unload one heavy beast, and now load another onto the cart.
I push the beast around the store, and we’re now at the flooring section.
“Do you think this vanity is too dark?” She asks as she points to the beast on the cart.
“No dear. It’s perfect.” I told her.
“Your lying aren’t’ you?
Still keeping my composure, I answered. “No I’m not lying. I like it.”
“I know you don’t like it.” She says.
“I do like it. Really.” Can we just get the flooring please?” I asked.
Now she’s quiet. And when my wife is quiet, it means she’s mad.
“You pick out the flooring you want in the bathroom ok?” I told her.
No answer.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t like it when you lie to me.” She says.
“When did I lie?”
“You lied about liking this vanity.”
Now I lose it. Right there in Lowes.
I will not repeat here the words I used while I was screaming. But you can rest assured that I made her, and everyone else in Lowes knows that I wear the pants in my family.
And after replacing the second vanity with a third, we finally returned home,
4 1/2 hours later.
A few minutes go by, and she says. “UGH! I’m not sure if I like the color. Let’s go back and look at them again.”
Me being the nice hubby, I didn’t complain. I know she’s wanted this new bathroom for years. So I let her have at it. I push the beast back to the vanity section.
After 15 minutes of looking she says.
“This one is nicer isn’t it?”
“Yes dear. It’s nicer.”
I unload one heavy beast, and now load another onto the cart.
I push the beast around the store, and we’re now at the flooring section.
“Do you think this vanity is too dark?” She asks as she points to the beast on the cart.
“No dear. It’s perfect.” I told her.
“Your lying aren’t’ you?
Still keeping my composure, I answered. “No I’m not lying. I like it.”
“I know you don’t like it.” She says.
“I do like it. Really.” Can we just get the flooring please?” I asked.
Now she’s quiet. And when my wife is quiet, it means she’s mad.
“You pick out the flooring you want in the bathroom ok?” I told her.
No answer.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t like it when you lie to me.” She says.
“When did I lie?”
“You lied about liking this vanity.”
Now I lose it. Right there in Lowes.
I will not repeat here the words I used while I was screaming. But you can rest assured that I made her, and everyone else in Lowes knows that I wear the pants in my family.
And after replacing the second vanity with a third, we finally returned home,
4 1/2 hours later.
