I wish that's how it is at my house.
Every time I ordered something, I was praying the big brown truck of happiness would come when my wife was out and about and that's pretty much how it worked out.
So I get all the equipment and every once in a while, I'd disappear down to the basement without any explanation since that's where all of my tools, work benches etc. are and I begin assembling.
Fast forward a few weeks and my wife goes down to the basement, which she hardly ever does, and is stunned to see what she said "looked like the bridge of the starship Enterprise".
She asked me if I was "getting ready to go on tour" and "where is my levitating, rotating drum cage.
To say she was not pleased is the understatement of the year.
Her argument was that we need all new living room furniture and I wasted all that money on something a 51 year old should have outgrown.
My reply was I'll be able to sit in any old chair when I'm 85 but I might not be able to play the drums so I'm going to enjoy myself while I can.
She just doesn't understand my logic.
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