Anger Management
Someone needs to take some Anger Management courses.
IZ and I talking over our decor scheme over coffee:
Me: “Sigh. You realize our bedroom is the only feminine spot in the house? The entire thing is just so. . . masculine.”
IZ: “That’s not true. Besides, you’re little miss modern. It’s not like you LIKE girly country things.”
Me: “What? Your argument doesn’t hold water. Just because I don’t do calico or chintz doesn’t mean I don’t like feminine things. I adore Hollywood Regency, and that’s like the ultra fem side of modern. We don’t have any chandeliers or leopard print or mirrored furniture anywhere in this house!”
IZ: “Because we can’t afford them.”
Me: “That’s not the point, really. Our house doesn’t look like a girl lives in it. Our house screams MEN live here.”
IZ: “I think our house screams compromise.”
Me: “Uh, more like it screams BUDGET!”
Me: “Actually, our house screams ‘These two idiots were completely enamored by the charm and nostalgia of buying their first home they didn’t think about what an old house costs to fix and are now too house poor to buy real furniture.'”
I think our house might have a yelling problem. What does your house scream about you?
