I thought I had won, but I was sadly mistaken
Krys has been talking about buying a bed for Norah, because we think she'll really dig it and she's big enough for one. So she's been shopping around and she found a good one at IKEA. We were talking about it last night, and she mentioned that we would need to get a new dresser when we got the new bed. I pointed out that Norah already has a perfectly good dresser.
"It doesn't match," said my wife. The bed, she explained, is white, while the dressed is cherry red. I rolled my eyes, because I don't understand the vagaries of fashion and decorating. She said that she had her eye on a white dresser that would look great. Just to be annoying, I said, "Well, that won't match the walls." Her walls are yellow.
Krys thought about this for a brief instant, then said, "It's fine. White goes with everything."
Instantly, I said, "So it will match the dresser we already have!"
I had won! I HAD WON!!!!!! After over 14 years of being wrong, I had WONWONWONWON!!!!! I raised my arms triumphantly and did a little dance in my chair and acted like a child. I didn't care. I had won!
Well, anyone who has ever been in a long-term relationship with a woman knows that the man never wins. Krys said, "The white doesn't go with the cherry wood." It was the wood styles she was speaking of, not the color. She then said she meant that the white color goes with whatever paint color is on the wall. The wood of the bed would not match the cherry. I had, indeed, lost.
Well, I knew I was going to lose anyway. Krys and I don't begrudge each other anything - we figure we're mature enough not to spend all our money on hookers (Krys) and shoes (me). Oh, wait a minute - those two might have to be reversed. She wants a new bedroom set, and she was going to get it. I don't have a problem with it, even though Norah's dresser is perfectly fine. Krys suggested we have a garage sale to get rid of her baby stuff now that she's almost two, and that's what we'll probably do.
I just liked winning for one brief instant. That will sustain me for the next 14 years!
"It doesn't match," said my wife. The bed, she explained, is white, while the dressed is cherry red. I rolled my eyes, because I don't understand the vagaries of fashion and decorating. She said that she had her eye on a white dresser that would look great. Just to be annoying, I said, "Well, that won't match the walls." Her walls are yellow.
Krys thought about this for a brief instant, then said, "It's fine. White goes with everything."
Instantly, I said, "So it will match the dresser we already have!"
I had won! I HAD WON!!!!!! After over 14 years of being wrong, I had WONWONWONWON!!!!! I raised my arms triumphantly and did a little dance in my chair and acted like a child. I didn't care. I had won!
Well, anyone who has ever been in a long-term relationship with a woman knows that the man never wins. Krys said, "The white doesn't go with the cherry wood." It was the wood styles she was speaking of, not the color. She then said she meant that the white color goes with whatever paint color is on the wall. The wood of the bed would not match the cherry. I had, indeed, lost.
Well, I knew I was going to lose anyway. Krys and I don't begrudge each other anything - we figure we're mature enough not to spend all our money on hookers (Krys) and shoes (me). Oh, wait a minute - those two might have to be reversed. She wants a new bedroom set, and she was going to get it. I don't have a problem with it, even though Norah's dresser is perfectly fine. Krys suggested we have a garage sale to get rid of her baby stuff now that she's almost two, and that's what we'll probably do.
I just liked winning for one brief instant. That will sustain me for the next 14 years!
Labels: My excellent wife, My life
4 Comments:
Congratulations. But you are easily pleased. I need the real victories myself.
Then you will be waiting for a long, long time, sir! That is why I take my phantom victories when they come!!!!
Nice try. If any guy ever does win an argument, that truly will be front page news.
You'll never win.
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