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Mon, October 30
Housewares
Crate and Barrel. Ikea. Pottery Barn. These store names are pretty harmless, aren’t they? In fact, I love shopping at these stores by myself. Unfortunately, I cannot say that it is the most enjoyable case when shopping with the significant other.
J and I get along amazingly well for two people living in a small studio the size of a suburban living room. We have no bedroom, just one open space. We could sit side by side for hours and not exchange one tension-filled word. But put us among the sprawl of couches, drapes, end tables and candle sticks and suddenly we’re at each other like opposing kickball team captains on the playground.
We were shopping yesterday while visiting his dad in Manhasset. All was well and good—we’d survived a trip to Tiffany’s where his dad asked him if “Lexi wanted to look around a bit,” after we got our anniversary present for his parents engraved. We entered Crate and Barrel to look for picture frames for the three Schiele prints we picked up at the Neue Galerie last weekend. As we ascended the stairs, I sweetly reminded J that he would need to fix my broken dresser when we got home. Yes, true, we were nowhere NEAR our apartment so it really is useless to remind someone to fix something when it is thirty miles away. And, it is also true that I had reminded him to fix it before we went to sleep the night before, and over breakfast that morning. So I can sort of understand why J got upset:
“Lex, you have done NOTHING but bug me and tell me what to do this whole weekend. Please, stop. It’s “J do this, J do this, J do that” and I am SICK OF IT.”
I was mad. I don’t like getting yelled at. I walked away and sulked next to the picture frames. Moments later I felt his arms wrap around me.
“You know, couples are supposed to fight in the cooking aisle and make up in the housewares section.”
But what about stairs? Do couples also fight on stairs? Or in every store for that matter, no matter what area of the store we are in?
Lesson learned though. Nagging is never right, even if the person one is nagging has already taken three days to throw out the newspaper by the front door. Even if it’s taken him a week to put away the laundry you washed and folded and left on the chair. I will remember, that if I do succumb to nagging, that I should at least do it somewhere near the housewares section.
The drawer is still not fixed, but when I came home from seeing SAW III with my brother last night, the boxes that I had been waiting for him to get rid of were nowhere to be seen.
Posted by lexzog at October 30, 2006 11:05 PM
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