Originally Posted by
PeeBee
We went out for dinner tonight, walked past a furnishing shop - "Oh, just want a look in there" - so she found a throw rug for one of the bedrooms that no one sleeps in, just had to have it. Then, she turns and walks towards a couch full of BLOODY CUSHIONS. At this point my alter ego erupted and I 'apparently yelled, NO MORE BLOODY CUSHIONS'and the entie shop went quiet. Wife looks at me in disgust, walks to the register and buys the rug, We are now at home,physically separated by 100ft of house and a cone of silence - I am in heaven!