My wife and I are always getting into little fun fights about how we should decorate our house. We both have very different ideas about what should go where and we both love to tease each other. We are both pranksters at heart and this is a fun game that we play (even though she almost always wins in the end). This was the latest of our little episodes, Enjoy!
"Hey I found the end table that we're going to buy for our living room!"
"What do you mean?" she said tensely.
"I saw one and it's not that expensive I think that we should get." I replied.
"Well I don't know, what color is it?"
"Its a pretty nice dark-brown color."
"No." she said.
"No?" I asked quite surprised
"No, dark brown is just not going to work for our house. I've already picked out a nice black one." she shot back at me.
"Ok, well how much will it cost? Because the one that i found only costs around $80, and they have two of them."
"Well the ones that I picked are a little more than that."
"How much more?" I asked almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Around $300 dollars."
"Is that for each or total."
"Each." she said rather nervously.
"We can't even afford $300 dollars, what makes you think that we can afford $600 dollars for stupid little end tables that sit next to the couch?"
"Look," she said in her irratated tone "Dark-Brown doesn’t match the colors that we have set for our living room. That's why we're going to save up and buy the black ones."
"Ok first of all, I don't want to save up $600 for stupid end tables, and secondly who cares what our freakin' colors are anyway. The last time I checked dark-brown and black are almost the same exact color. Why does everything have to match a color scheme?"
"Dark-Brown is totally different than black, and the reason that we need to match is because we're not white-trash red-necks. We don't want people to think that we bought everything at a barnyard sale."
"Well the end tables that I found are actually really nice looking, and for your information we're are poor college students; you're lucky that i'm not forcing you to buy all of our furniture at a barnyard sale."
"Look I know that this kind of stuff doesn't matter to you, but when people come over I want our house to look nice. I'm not asking you to buy them right now; i'm saying lets save up and get them."
"Ok how many people have even come over to visit our house since we moved in?" I asked.
"A lot!" she shouted.
"Less than ten." I shot back.
"That’s not true. We've had more than that."
"Ok," I said smugly "if you can name ten people that have come over to our house since we've moved in then you win and I'll go for the black end tables."
"I'm not going to sit here and go through all of the people that have come over just to satisfy your stupid male-ego. It's not my fault that you want to live in a house that looks like it belongs in a Dr. Seuss book, but I want our house to be nice. So go ahead and buy those tables and I'll still save up for the black ones so that we won't look like we have no idea how to pick out furniture, and it'll cost you even more money."
Needless to say there is no place for me to set down my drink next to the couch until somehow I manage to save up $600 dollars. . .
"Hey I found the end table that we're going to buy for our living room!"
"What do you mean?" she said tensely.
"I saw one and it's not that expensive I think that we should get." I replied.
"Well I don't know, what color is it?"
"Its a pretty nice dark-brown color."
"No." she said.
"No?" I asked quite surprised
"No, dark brown is just not going to work for our house. I've already picked out a nice black one." she shot back at me.
"Ok, well how much will it cost? Because the one that i found only costs around $80, and they have two of them."
"Well the ones that I picked are a little more than that."
"How much more?" I asked almost afraid to hear the answer.
"Around $300 dollars."
"Is that for each or total."
"Each." she said rather nervously.
"We can't even afford $300 dollars, what makes you think that we can afford $600 dollars for stupid little end tables that sit next to the couch?"
"Look," she said in her irratated tone "Dark-Brown doesn’t match the colors that we have set for our living room. That's why we're going to save up and buy the black ones."
"Ok first of all, I don't want to save up $600 for stupid end tables, and secondly who cares what our freakin' colors are anyway. The last time I checked dark-brown and black are almost the same exact color. Why does everything have to match a color scheme?"
"Dark-Brown is totally different than black, and the reason that we need to match is because we're not white-trash red-necks. We don't want people to think that we bought everything at a barnyard sale."
"Well the end tables that I found are actually really nice looking, and for your information we're are poor college students; you're lucky that i'm not forcing you to buy all of our furniture at a barnyard sale."
"Look I know that this kind of stuff doesn't matter to you, but when people come over I want our house to look nice. I'm not asking you to buy them right now; i'm saying lets save up and get them."
"Ok how many people have even come over to visit our house since we moved in?" I asked.
"A lot!" she shouted.
"Less than ten." I shot back.
"That’s not true. We've had more than that."
"Ok," I said smugly "if you can name ten people that have come over to our house since we've moved in then you win and I'll go for the black end tables."
"I'm not going to sit here and go through all of the people that have come over just to satisfy your stupid male-ego. It's not my fault that you want to live in a house that looks like it belongs in a Dr. Seuss book, but I want our house to be nice. So go ahead and buy those tables and I'll still save up for the black ones so that we won't look like we have no idea how to pick out furniture, and it'll cost you even more money."
Needless to say there is no place for me to set down my drink next to the couch until somehow I manage to save up $600 dollars. . .
