Best Behavior
Marco bought a pair of huge speakers last week. They are way too big for our cute little house. He is a stereo addict and over the last 4 months has reconfigured our home system no fewer than 857 times. He brought the speakers home from Snohomish and asked me to help him bring them inside so they wouldn't have to sit in the van all night. I don't know what kind of delusions I was suffering from but I agreed. I guess I didn't want to be blamed if they got stolen. He tells me how these are the ultimate most perfect speakers he or anyone could ever want and right now he is downstairs attaching a special, customized wiring setup, which will make them, what? Even more ultimate and perfect...until his fellow addict tells him about some other AMAZING light bulb he has to buy, or that he should use dental floss instead of speaker wire. Every day I tell him they are not staying here, they are too big and I can't look at the ugly 70's shiny shellaque finish, but somehow he thinks that I'm just joking or that I'll come around after hearing how great they sound. Meanwhile he is doing the dishes, laundry, rubbing my feet, making good healthy dinners, and being extra complimentary.
We also have a coffee grinder that is 3 feet tall, which he uses to grind his daily cup (that's right, just one) of coffee. We have a chopping block that could crush a small car, and a refrigerator that a family of four could live in comfortably, and our Swiss industrial blender doubles as a stump grinder.
