Buyer's Remorse

On Saturday I visited a new B.ed B.ath &B.eyond store in our area. It's been open for a few months and I'd not yet been there. I was searching for ways to decorate the bathrooms in our new house.

Imagine my glee when I found this shower curtain.

I've never lived in a house with a master bath. The house I'm in now is the first house I've ever lived in that had more than one bathroom. Deprived, I know.

I breathlessly phoned MFH and exclaimed over this find, which includes curtain hangers that are shaped like little pink shoes and perfume bottles, a matching rug, and a toothbrush holder that is a ceramic pink shoe. They also had towels and a wastebasket along with a few other pieces, but I had to draw the line somewhere.

MFH told me to buy it. I protested. "It's our private bathroom," he said. "Decorate it however you want."

So, I bought it.

He must be very secure in his masculinity, no?

Later that day I was second guessing my purchase, or maybe just the price tag that came along with the purchase, which would probably only seem high to my own cheap self.

"You're the only person I know who would have buyer's remorse over buying a piece of gum," he told me.