In my unceasing quest to find a rationale that would sway hubby's cold, frugal heart, I hit upon the perfect argument. So I laid it on him when he came home from work last night.
(Me, sidling up to him with sweet smile): Hey honey, you know how a lot of guys buy their middle-aged wives boob jobs and tummy tucks and liposuction and face lifts and all that?
Him (not really paying attention): Umm. yeah.
Me: Well, that costs easily like $10,000 or more, right?
Him (becoming wary of where this conversation is headed): Um. Yeah.
Me: Well, that amazing Blue bicycle that I wanted would be less than that! And it would do just as good a job of keeping me looking amazing as any of that nasty surgery stuff.
Him (not even fazed by this argument): You already have terrific looking legs. That's why I married you. I don't think this bike will make them look any better than they already do.
Sigh. Foiled again. Back to the drawing board.
5 comments:
congratulations...you are officially a triathlon addict ;)
p.s nice bike!
You should be pleased that he's not that easy to trick. :)
Good try...I have used this: "I can use all of cigarette money for this year to buy this bike."
Doesn't work that well either but ...
Some things are just worth finding a way for ..
Hmm. Tough one...very smart hubby....you could always say "I'll let myself go if I don't get that bike"...but he'll be on to that too, no way you'd let that happen....good luck with a creative solution :)
you should have replied 'hell yeah'
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