Yesterday my wife bought an expensive etagere for the girl's bathroom because they were running out of storage space for their growing number of toiletries. (Naturally she had to explain to me what constituted an etagere.)
She could have bought an inexpensive etagere at Bed Bath & Beyond which would have been appropriate considering the economy and such.
But she decided on Nordstrom's more stylish model which required 4 hours of complicated assembly.
I got so angry, I almost felt like slapping my wife.
But then I remembered two things:
I’m not 7th century Neanderthal.
And I don’t live in Saudi Arabia.
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