Our garage acquired a new occupant over the weekend, and no it was not my coveted Ford Flex (sigh...one day!). No, it was a new gas (gas! apparently this is important) lawn trimmer (aka "weed eater" where I come from). Much complaining has taken place during the past couple of seasons from Todd over the subpar electric (read: must be plugged in and runs with a cord) trimmer that was being used. Never mind the cuss words that were flung when the string broke or plastic parts fell (were forcefully torn) off the body. Our neighbors must be so proud to have us around...
At any rate, I agreed and gave my blessing when Todd asked if he could get a new trimmer next season, and if it could be gas. Now at the time I was unaware "next season" would be February, nor was I fully aware that purchasing a gas powered trimmer could run as high as $200. So imagine my surprise when I came home yesterday (Friday) and Todd said we'd be buying a new trimmer this weekend. Wha? Did I miss spring? Is summer here already? Cause I feel a little screwed. No, the lawn needs mowed and apparently that cannot occur without said trimmer. Sigh. Fine. So then the cost discussion came up and I pointed out really what a waste this whole thing was considering how little the trimmer gets used. Todd is particular about the lawn at mows it AT LEAST once a week during peak growing season, but only trims it a couple of times a month. I pointed out that if I were to spend the same amount of money on a purse, that the cost per use would be so much higher.
Let's cut to the chase...this argument got a little ugly and we both agreed to disagree. (Honestly, most couples fight about disciplining the kids, finances, cleaning the house....we fight about cost per use on a purse v. a yard tool. We're fucked up.) Bottom line: he got his damn trimmer. No, it didn't cost $200, but it sure as hell wasn't free. And I sure as hell didn't get a purse. But it did get me thinking; had I won the argument, what purse would I buy? Hmmmm....
If I were being conservative, and hitting the $200 mark, it would be this beautiful hobo from Banana Republic. And yes, I'd get the yellow. Which would blow everybody's mind considering they've probably never seen me wear anything close to that much color.
In my fantasy Alice in Wonderland existence, I'd buy this beauty. Wait...I need to wipe the drool of my keyboard and possibly put my panties back on to continue. This, my friends, is my dream purse. It's completely me (black! stud detailing!), and I'd quite possibly let it sleep in bed with me at night if it were mine. Tiny problem...$650. Yeah, that's not happening while Todd has a pulse. Or at least while we're married. I mean, I tried to convince him the other day what a sound investment it would be to buy me a black Chanel Camelia ring...yeah, he wasn't going for it. I even tossed in the token, "but I have two daughters and could pass it along to one of them one day." Nope. Wasn't phased. Bastard. One of these days I'll buy this purse and just tell him I found a perfect knockoff. Shhh...don't tell.
"Lay on your back, point your heels to Jesus, and think of handbags!" ~ Karen, Will and Grace
I highly enjoy the price per use ... a purse would definitely fit the bill. But if you're like me, you change your purse every once in a while, and that might not fly.
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