What the hell is my wife thinking? Or does she just define "Entitled, Dumb Blonde?" She had a glass of iced tea on the coffee table, which I accidentally knocked over. The floor is tile, so, really, "no big deal," as they say. Picked up the ice cubes, a quick towel and mop – handled in less than five minutes.
What's her comment? "We need a new sofa." Two days ago, "We need a second car." Really, we've done fine with one car; and even thinking about three grand (which is what she would spend on a "new sofa") is just nuts in this economy, even $500. Who is making discretionary purchases these days?
I could certainly go on, but you get point. It's like living with brick.