It’s been a long time since I’ve thrown a good ol’ fashioned tantrum. Naturally, my inner-two-year-old decided to rear her stubborn head while in Maui last week.
Some of you may recall the following photo from my Instagram feed.
“While the husband’s away at the conference, the wife will shop!”
My Shops at Wailea spree began innocently enough. I picked up a beach hat for myself, a few tank tops Scott had requested, and some mac nut swag for the Meme the Taylors giveaway. Yet with all my retail errands complete, I still had twenty minutes to spare before it was time to go pick up Scott. This is where I got into trouble.
A brief Tiffany’s walk-through not only killed time–it kind of killed my bank account. Within ten minutes, I was exiting the premises with this little bauble in tow.
My shopping high adding a spring to my step, I pranced towards our rental vehicle, tossed my treasures in the backseat, and set out to pick up Scott from his conference. When we returned to our rental condo twenty minutes later, Scott spotted “the bag”.
“Katrina?!?! Tiffany’s? Really?“
“Ooh, let me show it to you!” I squealed with glee, “You’re going to love it.”
“How much.” He demanded sternly.
“Ooh, look! There’s a mongoose outside!” I chirped, hoping to change the subject.
It didn’t work. Scott swiped the baggie from my hand, fumbling through its contents until he located the creamy cardstock envelope containing the receipt.
“Three hundred and fifty dollars?!?!“
“I know, I know…but I’m going to wear it every single day. It will practically pay for itself! It’s going to replace my rhino.”
“You love your rhino,” Scott contested, “Why would you even consider replacing him?”
“He’s only vintage Avon,” I explained, “It was time for an upgrade.”
“I can’t believe you just strutted into Tiffany’s and bought yourself a $350 necklace.” Scott muttered while shaking his head slowly in disbelief.
“Maybe it’s because you never buy me stuff like this.” I hinted icily.
“Katrina,” Scott spoke slowly, “I want you to think about something. Maybe the reason I never buy you stuff like that is because you run off and get it for yourself before I even have the chance.”
Hmm. He kind of had a point.
“Plus,” he added, “This trip has already cost us a fortune.”
“Exactly! You wouldn’t want to spend all that cash on a trip and then have me leave without something to remember it by, would you?” I asked softly while subtly batting my eyelashes.
“Katrina….do you have something stuck in your eye?”
“Er…uh…yeah. Stupid sand.” I lied. Apparently my charming eyelash flutters need some work.
“You’re being ridiculous,” Scott spoke calmly, “This type of spending is exactly why we can’t afford a sauna in the backyard or those solar panels for our roof.”
“Okay,” I challenged, “Now you’re being ridiculous. I don’t even want a solar-powered house! I want a Tiffany’s necklace as a memento of this amazing vacation!”
“Our photos and memories will be plenty.” Scott urged. “There’s a conference welcome dinner tonight down the street from the shops. We’ll get there a little early so we have time to go to Tiffany’s and get our money back.”
I let out a defeated sigh, and nodded slowly.
And then, being the mature, rational wife that I am, I hid the necklace.
To be continued…
UPDATE: You can read part two here. (Just please, please don’t judge me.)