If you haven’t listened to it yet, it’s here. What I don’t get is why Dave decided to act like he’s Dagwood Bumstead all of a sudden. Never once has he expressed any annoyance about my purse purchases unless I insist upon making them when he’s around, which I don’t, because I don’t need him to know how much my shit costs. (If he asks: I don’t own anything worth more than $15.) And would Dave rather I just made do with this thing? (You guys, how fug is that? To give you an idea of who they think is buying it, the ad aired during New York Undercover on Sleuth.)
Overwhelming Positivity 28: In Which Dave Pretends He Cares How Many Purses I Own
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I want the Miche bag in the horrible embarrassing way anyone ever wants “As Seen on TV” shit. I would never shell out $100 on it, thank GOD, because it truly is fug. And yet it calls to me.
My husband has the same sort of reaction every time he sees that I’ve bought another purse or finds out how much I spent on one. Dude, you knew about my purse obsession going into this relationship – stop with the eye-rolling and disappointed sighs.
lobster: That’s how I feel about the Shamwow, and have in the past felt about the Perfect Pancake Pan.
Dagwood Bumstead? Nice reference Grandma.
OK, the best part of the Shamwow is the way the guy on the commercial says “The Germans always make good stuff.” Yes, you’ve convinced me with your approval of the Holocaust.
Is it bad that when I heard Dave complaining that you own, like, 20-something purses, I thought “wow, that’s all?” I rest comfortably in the notion that I will be able to survive any and all purse famines.
And don’t get me started on my shoes. For which I have an entirely separate closet. In Manhattan.