@Porwest 5 September 2022 more from that month

Three months ago, my wife said she wanted a new toilet seat in the master bath. "What's wrong with the seat now?" I asked her. "Nothing. I just don't like the way it looks," she told me. "But it works?" "Yes. It works." So, on her insistence we went to Menard's and bought a new toilet seat. Three months ago. It still sits in the garage in its original packaging. Today she asked for the millionth time, "Are you ever going to put this seat on the toilet?" "Does the one we have work?" I asked. "Yes. It works." "Did I want the toilet seat replaced?" I asked. She just looked at me and did not answer. "No," I said. "YOU wanted the toilet seat replaced that is perfectly fine but just 'looks bad' replaced, in the master bath where nobody goes but you and I. A toilet seat that works that only you and I see that doesn't quite look the way you want it to." She was silent, but I could now suddenly see smoke coming from her nostrils. But I was not going to back down. Not now. I was too far in to back down. I was standing my ground and that was that. "If YOU want the toilet seat replaced, then YOU install it. Otherwise, you will wait until I am damn good and ready to initiate a project YOU created that was not a project that needed to get done in the first place." That was that. She stormed one way and I stormed another. Next, I heard her bring in the toilet seat and start unpackaging it. Aha! I had won. Take that you battle axe! Next you know, the toilet seat was installed... Around my neck!