Tales from the Very recent Past

You Missed a Spot...

So how was your weekend? Mine was somewhat typical to eventful.

While I semi-worked Job #2 Saturday, Brenda attended the MSHA conference (don't ask me what it stands for, but that like the Minnesota Speech Pathologist's Association or something close) for a few more CEUs. So she was tahhhhred by the time I got home and we just had pizza and lounged about.

Sunday? We did Chianti Grill for the first time in a long while. Quite a while. Especially for us. Last winter, we went so frequently they were almost calling ME by my full first name. But if I've been skipping all those sinful Eggs Benedicts and tortellini and let's not even bring up desserts....then why don't I weigh any less? What have I been stuffing my craw with instead? Cuz it hasn't been as much fun. But anyway.

After that, the real fireworks started. We decided to stop at HOM to scout out a chair to correspond with our couch. Shopping for furniture with me is always, always ALWAYS an unspeakably bad idea. As I see it, furniture is something I have to stare at for the next 10-20 years every day while either celebrating or regretting it. If it doesn't give me the shuddering jibber-willies for at least 45 continuous seconds? I won't touch it. And? Brenda's from small-town Manitoba, I grew up in the 'hood. She was a child of the mid '80s, I'm from the very early '70s. And? Probably 70% of the fabrics she'll look at and love are an absolute 'No' in my book; IMHO the textures will wear out and look bad over time. You see this is heading downhill quickly, right? I can reduce this level-headed, sweet, considerate, very-good-to-me partner for life into a red-faced, nearly screaming mess in record time. Not an irrational mess, mind you. I'm the one that can't be reasoned with.

I perfectly understand why she almost wants to stab me in the jugular with a pen when we do this. Probably two-thirds of anything I say starts with an apology. And frankly, this is why we quit shopping and let a year pass before we started looking for a chair again.

Actually, we quit due to Brenda's objections last round. We had to custom-order a couch to get the arm, feet, back and fabric we could actually both agree on. But apparently, oversized chairs were last year's Big Thang and B wasn't having it. I'd always secretly lusted for a chaise, so I was more than good with the idea. But a seat that left a 5'8" woman's feet dangling from the ground was more than she could deal with.

Enough about that--on to yesterday.

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