Lamps

Erma wants me to blog about lamps, so this one is dedicated to her.

Enrique and I (and Erma and Scout) were at Target yesterday, buying a bookshelf. I later found Enrique by the lamps. He said, "What kind of lamp do you want?" I said, "I don't want a lamp." He said, "You said you wanted a lamp to go on the bookshelf." I said, "No, I never said anything about wanting a lamp for the bookshelf (because I'd never said that). If you think we should get one, fine, but don't say I was the one who wanted one."

He kept insisting that I said I wanted one, so finally I said, "It must have been some other wife."

To which Scout responded, "Oh. Christine."