My favorite feature of our master bathroom is not the double sinks (although I might change my mind if we didn't have those) or the jacuzzi tub (which sounds much better than the practicalities of it). It's the separate room for the toilet...because, you know...PRIVACY.
I've been wanting a little shelf to go over the toilet to hold the spare toilet paper roll. Fortunately, neither one of us has been in that jam where we have to pass the new roll through the door. Yet. So last week, I went shopping for a shelf.
Below is an outline of J's response to said shelf.
Phase One: The Hard "No"
Day Zero, 7:42 p.m., via text (J in gray on left, me in blue on right)
[option/permission photos sent by me to J]
Phase Two: The "Maybe"
Day Zero, 7:48 p.m., via text (J in gray on left, me in blue on right)
That sounded like a "yes" to me, so I bought the birdcage with a 50/50 shot of keeping it. : )
Phase Three: The Acceptance
Day One, 2:16 p.m., via text (J in gray on left, me in blue on right), while the bird cage was still in the bag with its receipt
Day Two, 5:32 p.m.
Phase Four: The Accession
Day Three, 7:36 p.m., while browsing in a boutique store killing time for our Papa John's pizza to be ready
J: Hey, babe. Do you think we should add more birdcages to the house?
me: What?
J (pointing to several large birdcages hanging from the ceiling): Yeah, like maybe one in every room?
me: Ummmm...