When my wife and I make a major purchase of some item, it is a rule that we have to get our respective spouse “on board” to agree with it. This does not apply to small purchases such as clothes or shoes or oil filters . . . well, at least it doesn’t apply to oil filters. I can buy as many of those as I want. But if I were to buy all my own clothes I would walk around looking like a rodeo clown.
The smaller things we buy we can buy without so much as a comment from our respective spousal unit. With some exceptions. Like the time she bought those useless corn cob holders, . . . OR THE “HOUSEHOLD” HAMMER, WHICH LOOKS LIKE IT CAME FROM A SIX YEAR OLDS TOOLBOX AND WHICH I HAD PLENTY OF GOOD HAMMERS, . . . OR THAT FANCY-SMANCY ELECTRIC CORKSCREW WITH THE FANCY-SMANCY CUT ROLLER TO LIFT OFF THE WRAPPER THAT GOES ON THE CORK . . . OH – THAT WAS A GOOD ONE . . .
Oh, sorry, I got carried away there.
The upshot of the whole thing is that we make major purchases together. That doesn’t mean that we don’t use every available means to talk one another into our point of view. When Brunhilde (the Taskmaster) tries to talk me into something she talks about how useful it would be and resorts to such underhanded things such as logic or reason. I, on the other hand, keep it simple. I pout.
Such was the case when I became aware of a houseboat for sale. I really wanted that houseboat and I was convinced that she would eventually warm to the idea. Her initial warming thought was something like: “What are you, Crazy!” I told her that I grew up when Sakakawea was just a river and I was just an old “River Rat”! I told her that I missed my old houseboat since it ran aground during a storm. I told her that she wouldn’t have to do a thing – I was going to stay until the houseboat was in the water and I would clean the cobwebs that came with almost 3 years of non-use. I would stock the boat with everything needed including, if she needed, a fancy-smancy corkscrew.
And that’s what I did. I actually stayed on the boat night and day. Washing dishes, scraping, polishing, cleaning windows, dusting and cleaning dead bugs and cobwebs from every crevice. I bought more cleaning supplies in three days than my roommates and I bought in four years while attending college and living in an apartment.
Finally, I had it ready to unveil to Brunhilde the Taskmaster. I invited her for a test run on the boat.
go smoothly? HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa! Pardon me
while I wipe these tears from my eyes.
But I found that the old saying from boat owners in true, “A boat is a hole in the water that you pour money into.”