If I am paying for the schooling, can pass the tests with A's, why should you care if I am sitting in the class. In fact, with my penchant for trying to intellectually brag, you don't want me in your class. I never understood that in college and I don't understand that in grad school.
So here is something that I don't understand about women: why when you find something that you like, do you need it in every color? My wife found a pair of sandals she likes. Today, I come home and find 7 pairs of them. 5 different colors and 2 backups of the best colors. 7 PAIR OF SANDALS???? Come on. It's like she walks the land for a living and these are the only ones that give her peace. It is like the world may end tomorrow and sandal factories may be shut down so we better stock up now just in case. And if it was just sandals, I might let it slide. How about the outfit we like on Maddie that we have in 6 month, 9 month, and 12 month. How about the 2 pair of identical shoes that I got as a gift. One for this year and one for when they wear out. How about when she finds a polo shirt for me and how I get it in 4 colors. I could keep going on and on, but there is a simple point here. Find something you like. Ladies, buy it. Buy only one. It will mean much more to you. Treasure it all you like. Then, when it is gone, keep fond memories of it tucked away in your minds. Then... Move on with your life. There is not shirt, sandals, outfit, hat, or pair of shoes that is that important. It will be okay to just buy one. No one will ask you how many colors you own it in. It will not raise your social status to own them is one more color than anyone else, and especially not 5 more colors than anyone else.
Enough ranting, until tomorrow...
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Ok Bob, you didn't think I was going to let this one slide did you? As your wife, I feel a little clarification and a small twist of the knife will help me sleep better this evening.
First, to all the ladies out there I bid you this question. How many times have you not worn something you love because it's one of your favorites and you know that you'll never be able to find it again? Be honest now. Well, if you buy it in a few colors, it obviously looks great on you and you can wear it often because you have backups in other colors. Now, what Bob doesn't understand is that we don't do this with items like formal gowns and Jimmy Choos. It's for the great shirt that you throw on with jeans that makes you feel good even though you are running errands. Or the Old Navy flip flops that are so comfy you could walk the Taste of Chicago in them. And I am not talking about those cheap 2 for $5 ones, these are $9.50 a pair and look way more expensive than that and super soft. Seriously, check them out at www.oldnavy.com!
Anyway, back to my point. Of course he throws a hissy fit about things he knows nothing about. That is, until buying in multiples somehow tickles his fancy. Remember those sunglasses he had stolen in Florida? If not, stop here and go read his blog entry regarding his deranged attachment to these glasses. If you know what I am talking about, read on. So, I search high and low on the Internet and find a replacement pair of his sunglasses. So I order the brown ones. I casually mention that I also found them in black. I'm told "order those too, I'd like both colors". I order both black and brown and find out they are back-ordered. In the meantime, I am shopping at an outlet mall and come across Bob's sunglasses in black IN STOCK. So I buy them, as any good wife would, and take them home so honey would have immediate gratification. He's thrilled. But this is the best part of the story. ..
Three days later, the other two pairs of sunglasses arrive and I tell Bob it's time to box up the pair I bought at the outlet mall and take them back. His jaw drops and he tells me we're keeping them. I ask why. Here's the kicker... he's afraid we might never find them again, so he'd like to keep the extra pair "just in case".
What a chick!
I don't know what I enjoyed more, Bob's post or Kacey's response. I read through the former and thought I was agreeing with him until I realized that I had 4 pairs of the same black velvet jeans that I loved so much with pair #1 that I searched them out on eBay to buy 2 more pairs in black and one in brown. I also must admit that upon the recent discovery of the perfect black ballet flat which I'm now wearing constantly, I found myself dreaming of a back-up pair as I can already foresee their inevitable demise and the fashion mourning that will follow.
I love that Bob bought 3 pairs of sunglasses. I wish I had done the same since I'm SOL if I ever lose mine (which I also adore).
I guess in the end, I'm as girly as anyone, i.e. Bob. ;)
-a
Well, it seems as though the females will all stick together on this one. And if it was only one pair of jeans of one pair of flip flops, I would eat crow and be quiet. Like Kacey said, yes, I have 3 pair of sunglasses now. Big deal. I am not sure she could come up with another thing that I have done that with. Now, lets talk about shirts, shoes, pants, sunglasses, Maddies clothes, and hats. That was just the first couple of things that are quick to my mind. I think women are inherently hoarders. We can never have enough beauty supplies (Thanks Alberto), never have enough paper towels, never have enough Windex. I have to reach around 5 deodorant sticks to get to my contacts. We have 3 tubs of butter stacked so we don't run out. 6 cases of water stacked as backups in the garage. I need not go on. Maybe there is a bigger issue here. I am just thankful that if we ever have a complete melt down in society, I have enough butter for 4 years of toast and I will never walk around barefoot as I couldn't walk enough to wear out all of the backups of my shoes and sandals. At, least of all my worries, the sun will never enter my eyes, I have my trusty sunglasses again.
Why can't he just ever simply say "Thank God for my wife"? For without me, he'd be walking around barefoot, naked, blind and thirsty without a single shred of toliet paper to wipe his sorry butt!
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