He's gone overseas. Alot. He brings back souvenirs. From Japan, it was one for one. I loved one, the other he gave to his mom because I didn't like it. Oh and a tad more background: we have ALOT of CRAP in this house already. Crap that he is always griping for me to get rid of.

When he called from Germany/ Italy trip asking what I wanted, I said nothing. Except maybe vino. Yes, please. That? Always.

This time, he brought back a wine, a wine carafe & a butter dish. Authentic Italian pottery, but a design that does not match my kitchen's deco. I'm horrid, I know. I should appreciate the gesture, right?

So he's been home about a week & a package arrives today, from Germany. I didn't open it. I was hoping for more wine. When he got home tonight, he rushed the package upstairs like a kid hoarding his halloween candy. Soon, he's calling me to the bottom of the stairs asking if I like what he bought as "our" Germany souvenir. A freaking coo-coo clock. I hate coo-coo clocks. Seriously. And I'm apologizing right now if you own one. Its called personal taste. I'll respect yours so long as you don't give me a coo-coo clock. So, he's moping around the house tonight, all sad puppied that just got beat.

I'm an ass, right? Should I have just smiled & kept my mouth shut & pray it doesn't work? But my argument is that I don't want a home filled with HIS souvenirs, from HIS travels. This is OUR home.

Here's an idea. His mom is coo-coo. She'd love it, I bet.

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