On Saturday morning my husband decided to break the news to me that he figured out a way to get a bigger TV for his "man cave" in the basement. He then began to rattle on about money and savings and tax returns and numbers, numbers, numbers.... (ugh)
Needless to say, I trust my husband with our finances completely... so I ignored him( I can't concentrate on anything to do with numbers, anyway) and told him to do whatever he wanted to do. Apparently he mistook this to mean; "Oh please Honey, tell me that number filled story again!"
In the middle of his second attempt to "talk figures with me" I picked up my book and began to read it. My hope was that he would take that as a sign that I wasn't listening: He didn't. Instead, he prattled on longer about returns and credit cards and no debt blah, blah, blah!
Finally, I had to put my book down, look him in the eye and say very loudly, "Matt... go buy the stupid TV... PLEASE! I have no idea what you are talking about anyway"!
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Well, he bought the TV. Smiled like a pre-schooler in a pet store the rest of the day. I have no idea why we needed a 60" LCD or LED or whatever TV in the basement. I think he tried to explain this to me.... something to do with numbers.... not sure, I wasn't really listening.
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