Rainy Days and Mondays
Case in point. When I inadvertently left my space heater plugged in - since my DH has decided that the heat must go off effective April 1, he confiscated it and refused to tell me where it was. I understand his concern - I did leave it out and it was plugged in and he claims it was still on (which I don't think it was), so he pulled the cord out of the wall and hid it under his shoes in the bedroom closet - three flights up from my home office.
I, of course, did what any irrational woman with an aversion to arctic temperatures would do. I visited Home Decorators and ordered two desks so that I no longer have to freeze my fanny in my basement office. Granted, the desks won't arrive until June and August, so it won't actually matter at that point since I'll probably be looking forward to some cool basement breezes, but nevertheless, I instantly set my sights on a workstation that I'll put in our fourth bedroom - since we're giving away our furniture to my friend who recently learned she's pregnant. Then, I found a french country corner desk for the sunroom, that'll look just divine as I type away and look out over our backyard.
So what's the moral of this Monday morning tale? Never take a space heater away from a woman with a credit card. You never know if she'll get back at you by making purchases under duress.