They Say It's The Little Things....

They say it's the little things in a marriage but in my case, it's the big things. My husband's truck to be exact.

He can't understand why I don't like it. Neither the fact that it's so big it doesn't fit in our garage, nor the fact that I practically need a stepladder to climb into it resonates. When I point out its environmental deficiencies, my husband looks me straight in the eye and says "But it's very environmental. It takes bio-diesel!" The fact that said diesel engine is loud and obnoxious apparently only adds to its coolness factor.

I decided to be a good wife and make sure he didn't purchase a sound system that costs more than our mortgage go to a car show with him yesterday.

Some of the men there made my husband look like a piker when it came to excuses for their taste in vehicles.

"It's important that we buy the Toyota Tundra for our baby's safety!" one man told his wife with a perfectly straight face.

"If you let me buy this Hummer I can drive over the rubble and rescue you when the big earthquake hits Seattle!" another chivalrous gentleman told his wife.

At the end of the day, I think I actually found the car show more amusing than he did. But I still hate his truck.