husband: Where are you going?
me: The thrift store.
husband: (with anxiety in his voice) Why? What are you looking for?
me: Nothing. I'm just browsing. You know--for fun.
husband: The last time you were "just browsing," you came home with the ugliest set of shelving I've ever seen. Remember those?
me: Yes. I remember you making me take them back.
husband: Because they were awful.
husband: I knew I shouldn't have let you go. I hate this chair.
me: How can you hate it? It's great!
husband: It reminds me of the dentist's office.
me: Pfff. You never even go to the dentist.
husband: You need to take it back.
husband: You know, it doesn't even go. It looks out of place in here.
me: It goes just fine. I'm the one with the design sense around here--not you. Besides, why do you care?
husband: I'm just saying I hate it.
me: You'll get used to it.
husband: I'm serious. Tomorrow. You need to take it back tomorrow.
me: (with a long sigh) Alright. I'll take it back. If you hate it Soooo much, I guess I have no choice.
That was three months ago. I think I've won the battle. Don't.Tell.Craig.