Furniture

It's quiet here today. What are we up to?

I'll tell you what. I want space on our bookshelves. The Wife and I got some really nice bookshelves that cost a ton of money. And guess what? While I (or should I say 'we' as in The Alley Cat and I) were out earning MORE money, she filled both shelves with HER stuff! That isn't a move that sensitive well tempered people like Ghandi, The Dali Lama, and myself would do. Use of the shelves are an us thing, so it should be decided by both parties. But nooooo, she just takes it all. How our (Alley Cat and Me, again) books, which get used, are going to find a place is an afterthought, and here I am the one thinking of us and not me. I think it says something when you've been shown up by someone who goes by the name of 'The Intimate Terrorist'. Why is a certain head not hung contritely? Hmm? Do we need to go to the pharmacy and get a dollop of shame?

Like Hamas, I can sit at the bargaining table. So I'll work with The Wife to devise an action plan, but I had better soon see a unilateral withdraw from half of the bookshelf.