I Brake For Home Improvement Stores

I just love Home Depot. It's genetic, I guess. I think I like it alot more than Kevin does. Probably because he knows when we go in there, our bank account is going to take a hit. But the problem with my love of home improvement stores is that I can't just go in, get what I need, and leave. For instance, I went in there (again) yesterday just to get some morning glory seeds (by the way, whoever sells morning glory seeds is making a killing), but spent a whole hour looking and dreaming. I tend to gravitate towards the garden section and the paint, flooring, lighting, and major appliance aisles. I have been fortunate to have been on a painting hiatus for the past 18 months or so, but i'll probably be at it again soon, because of the dining room table situation (more on that later). I like to peruse the many shades of pink, purple, and other girly colors to see what inspires me for the girls' rooms. Then, I go to the flooring section and pick out tile, wood, and carpet for my new home I will hopefully have sometime before my 47th birthday. I sneak a peek at the new ceiling fans and lights, making a mental note of prices and features. Then, just over yonder is the MAJOR APPLIANCE SECTION. The mecca for housewives like me (ahem, that's how our CPA described me on our taxes this year. I need to have a word with the man.). The endorphines kick in and I try to wander casually over, restraining myself from sprinting and knocking over the people in the orange aprons as I become glassy-eyed looking at all those new, stainless steel, clean, energy efficient appliances. The nearly silent dishwashers, the 6 burner ranges, the beautiful, sleek microwaves--it's almost too much for me to handle. And then I see it--the Hall O'Refrigerators. Anything I want, it's there. Side by sides, freezer on top, freezer on bottom, water and ice dispensers, pullout trays, crispers! And lo! The cubic feet of space! I regain conciousness when Macie yells, "Mom, watch this!" as she climbs into a dishwasher. I realize it's time to go. Time to go back to our perfectly good, working fine appliances at home. "Someday very soon," I tell myself. Or as Kevin says to the girls, "Patience, young grasshoppa!" But maybe i'll talk him into going back tommorow night and seeing what he thinks about that cool hand-held shower head on sale.