More tales of the overspending husband: A couple weeks ago I went to a Native American Pow-Wow. I go to these often and like to purchase unique, handmade items, sometimes made with animal pelts. This time I bought a quiver (it holds arrows) made from a fox. Dh looks at the arrows and says, "Oh! Those have target practice heads! I'll buy you some broadheads!" Seriously?! Um, notice that I don't have nor did I buy a bow? That's because I'm not going to be out in the woods, hunting. It's for my collection, display only. Last night he came home from a business trip. He likes to bring us little trinkets, maybe a cool coffee cup or a snack unique to the region, and the dog always gets a biscuit. He proudly showed me the new harness he got the dog. A black and blue harness. The dog has a black harness. He also has a blue harness. So now he has three harnesses - for...what reason again?