M: "I'm going to get a riding lawn mower."

Kate: "This piece-of-crap dresser makes me cry every day, because I can't open the drawers."

Later that same day, my man brings me home a new dresser, that I didn't pick out (and anyone who knows me knows I'm a tiny bit picky). The dresser is lovely. Beautiful hardwood, dovetail something-or-other, blahblahworkmanshipblahblah. NOW he can get his damn riding lawnmower.