My name is Patty and I have an addiction. I love Dr Martens boots. I have spent far too much money in the last year on boots and despite some exceedingly killer sale prices, I was done. That's it. No more till I NEED them (and with the amount of boots I currently own, that won't be for YEARS).
Anyway, I'm always on the lookout for anything that can be used for Steampunk clothing because the youngest kid and I have only recently joined the Steampunk ranks of nerdism. On the Dr Martens website, they had a hat that I knew the kid would like and it was on sale for $12 (marked down from $40!). She has a similar hat, made of leather...
So, she asked if I could get it for her... and I went upstairs to 'The Train Room' said to the Disabled Guy: "Now I have to buy that pair of boots."
DG: "Which pair?"
Me: "The ones I've been wanting for Teslacon."
DG: "How many pairs do you have now?"
Me: "Hang on, I gotta count..." (I literally started counting on my fingers)
DG: "If you gotta think about it, then you have too many."
Me: "You can never have too many Docs!"
DG: "Yes you can!"
Me: "I have eight pairs, six if we exclude the two pairs specifically for faire." (I didn't get those eight pairs in the last year, I had a few of them already)
DG: "And you only got two feet!"
Me: "I know, and don't they look fantastic?"
DG sighed. I motioned my arm to all his model train stuff laid out before him (which isn't even ALL of his model train stuff) and I sighed. He sighed again and said: "Alright."
Then I said: "And that's how you do things... you tell your spouse you're buying something useless to anyone else but them."
As I was closing the door to the Train Room, DG said: "I gotta stop at the train store tomorrow."
I sighed in a dramatic, overacting way.
He replied: "You know it."
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