November 01, 2003~~10:24 p.m.
Move over C3PO, Kirby is in the house...

Well, my crazy husband let the Kirby people in today because he thought he could take advantage of their sales pitch to get a spot out of the carpet that has been driving me crazy. He had no intention of buying or even considering buying a Kirby. (After all, this is the same man who recently mocked our best friends for spending THAT much money on a VACUUM.) Fortunately for them, he weakened as he watched the guy suck half a dog out of our family room carpet.

I left to take Elle to her hair appointment while the guy was still showing off the 501 things the Kirby can do and was shocked to find the machine still in my family room and without its KirbyMan when I got home two hours later. I thought surely they'd let us borrow it or something and would be back to pick it up in the morning.

Nope. My husband bought it.

And even though he kept telling me it was true, I kept thinking it was some sort of elaborate joke and not believing him. This whole thing is just so completely out of character.

Which is precisely why, now, I am getting to witness the agony of buyer's remorse from outside the buyer's body, a new perspective for me. He's asked me about a zillion times if I think it was the right decision and restated his entire thought process at least as many times as well.

It's funny how much more comfortable the whole thing feels when one is not the decision-maker. Pretty silly given that the money is all coming out of the same pool one way or the other.

The mind is a funny, funny thing.... kinda like marriage.

~Alice