The following conversation was heard at our house last week:
ME: Who’s that?
HUBBY: Oh, it’s the books I ordered.
ME: (relieved sigh)
HUBBY: Who ordered something from Macy’s?
ME: (more silence, followed by) Um, I don’t know.
HUBBY: (smiling) I think you know.
(Hubby opens up package to find a floral rug)
ME: Huh. How did that get here? Frankie must have ordered something new for us.
HUBBY: Is this one of those times where you ordered something and thought that if you just put it out in our house, I would either assume it was always there, or not notice it at all?
ME: Maybe. Would you have noticed?
HUBBY: Probably not.
It was again one of those moments that made me feel like I’m living in an I Love Lucy episode. All I need is to convince hubby to scold me in a Cuban accent.
Anyways, here’s the old rug in front of our kitchen sink. Notice Frankie’s disturbed face. You’re right, Frankie, red is so 2010.
And here’s the new rug in our kitchen. Ain’t she a beaut?