I bought a new rug for the living room. Doesn’t it look nice?
It was on clearance. Really.
My husband came home and I proudly showed him the new rug. (I also mentioned the low price of course. Twice.)
He walked over and examined it. Then he patted it and said, “I’m sorry.”
I said, “WHAT? Why are you apologizing to a rug?! Because it had the bad luck to be bought by ME?!”
He shrugged and nodded a little. “Well,” he added. “You know that everything in our house gets destroyed.”
The sad thing is, I can’t even argue with that.