Unfortunately he insists on having his say, and adding his two cents. Which, if you ask me, are not even worth one cent. Recently we butted heads over our lighting. I want soft, romantic lights, but he wants lights that are so bright they hurt your eyes. I’m a chandelier kind of girl myself, like these. I think they’re romantic and you can hang stuff on them. Like your car keys. Hubby of course wants spotlights.
But sometimes he surprises me! For my birthday he got me a president desk lamp, which I had coveted for a long time. I especially liked the message the lamp conveyed!
I’m sure my husband meant to say: ‘Honey, you’re the president! From now on, yóú get to decide everything in our home!’