You know those things you do "because that's what you do"? Like, Mr. Fix-It always pretends to act surprised and make me repeat myself when I say, "you were right". It's as if there's some sort of universal rule that spouses are supposed to be shocked when their partner admits fault. Honestly, I have no problem with this. Mr. Fix-It is right about plenty of things, and I have no problem admitting when his idea was better than mine.
Turn the tables.
I was so right about our sofa. When we were moving into our condo and furniture shopping I had my eye on an oversized, super-deep, cushy, comfy sofa. Mr. Fix-It insisted we needed something more crisp and tailored to make our living space look more finished. I argued that the space was for living and that having a cozy home was more important.
Guess who won?
After two years of curling up on the brown leather guy, Mr. Fix-It admitted that a deeper, "cushy" sofa would have been more comfortable. I always opt to lay leaning on Mr. Fix-It while we watch TV, and he's often stuck sitting up with his feet on the rock-hard coffee table.
This weekend bestie Allie and I wandered a Restoration Hardware outlet. I texted Mr. Fix-It this photo with an enthusiastic caption about the amazingness of the sofa:
His response? "If you didn't break my fridge you could buy it."
Grrrrrrrrrrr. Honey, you were wrong TWICE.