Both myself and the Missus work hard for our money and while I generally spend mine on stuff I want she tends to feel guilty about doing the same. We are in town shopping and she is umm-ing and ahh-ing about treating herself so I give her a pep talk.
'Look. We work really hard for our money so we shouldn't feel guilty about spending it on stuff we want,' are the words of wisdom I offer.
A pensive look comes over her face then she smiles.
'Yes. You're right,' she says.
Three days later she shows me the quote for the new kitchen.
'How fucking much!?' This is my initial reaction.
'But you said we shouldn't feel guilty about spending money on stuff we want...'
'I thought you were going to buy a handbag or a dress. I didn't mean a designer kitchen that I'll also be paying for!'
'But it will be a lovely kitchen...'
She smiles again. I have already lost the argument. It's a good job she can do the sex stuff...
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