Massive argument with the wife and daughter this morning. After all the lectures I've given out in the past about throwing money away, living within our means and saving for things rather than splurging on credit...how dare I. My wife sees her chance of yet another holiday of a lifetime flushed down the pan (holiday of a lifetime ? She goes for it as if they are weekend breaks). My daughter is incensed that I've spent some of the money she was planning to weedle out of my account through the co-signer, namely her mum. Meanwhile, the object that has caused this family rift, this prelude to celibacy, starvation and un-ironed apparel, sits comfortably around my wrist...its beautiful face looking up at me as I look down on it with a delicious mix of guilt and pleasure. Its small but perfectly formed hands move with assured precision as they add a fouth dimension to the apocalyptic world its owner has just been exposed to. "Take it back ! " The evil shrew explodes...I smile inwardly as I suddenly resolutely decide that she, unlike my watch, is running on borrowed time.
Thank goodness the knockoffs of expensive watches are so cheap, otherwise I'd have beat him to the doghouse. Faux Kelly
Yup. I'm afraid I am. This is a bad one, its going to cost me. Well, if its not considered too vulgar to mention it here, a Montbrillant Legende. Steel with black face. Love it to bits
CODOG, Based on your details regarding your better half's response to your indulgence, all I can say is: I think I'm married to her sister! Believe it or not, American women respond the same way to their English counterparts. Good luck. I'll send you a bone. PS You should change your user name to BADDOG.
On the subject of self-indulgence, guilty as charged! How? Well, you can't be a yacht forum admin without actually being a yacht owner... right? So, wannabe new-media mogul takes delivery of 65' Donzi Sportfish, scaled back in accordance with said new-media's income...
Here is how things work for me. Rule #1, It is always easier to ask for forgiveness than it it to gain permission. Rule #2, What ever it cost, drop a zero or two off the price. When asked how much that new $2500.00 GPS cost (if she even notices) I say: well hunny, it was a little expensive...I paid $250.00 but we really need it for our own safety.
Codog, I know the way you feel and I guess every happily married guy does. Got a Navitimer from Heineken as a farewell present. Usually I'm modest enough to say "this is too much, I can't accept this". but hey, what would you have done. The most recent issue I had was trying to explain that our car really needs Pirelli P Zero's because they stick to the road a lot better and that's a lot safer! I was only concerned about our kids' safety hun..
Looked shocked, blushed, then taken his arm off below the elbow I got away with lowered suspension, better wheels and stainless exhaust with similar success. Its hard to buy presents for 'her outdoors' without 'her indoors' getting suspicious.
There's no getting away with any car upgrades soon. I drove the gear box to literally to pieces last week. The only thing I could sneek in is a racing clutch . My better half has set her mind on replastering the livingroom. what's cool about that?
When you have 3 ex wives you learn to be very, very good at not letting them know or at least delaying the discovery for some time. It's never IF they find out, but WHEN they find out. And then all three want the same. Fortunately the photo of the Car Dealership for women where all the vehicles are arranged according to colour is applicable in my case. Mercedes and Mazda both start with the same letter and come in the same colours.
