A couple of weeks ago, I did a favor for my friend Nina Cordoba. Apparently, it was such a good favor that she asked, "Do you want a Kindle? We have an extra one."
But thinking I'd misunderstood, I asked how much she wanted for it. Nope, no mistake. She was giving it to me. (The reason for having an EXTRA Kindle in the first place involves very long story about her tech-geek, rock-god husband. I won't bore you with Mr. Cordoba's, um, fetishes.) A Kindle. In freakin' mint condition!
Unfortunately, my own DH has similar, um, fetishes in regards to tech toys. My ownership of the Kindle lasted all of five seconds. Long enough for me to pull the device out of my bag and said, "Wanna see my new Kindle?"
Twenty seconds later, DH has the Kindle registered in his name. Then he assures me that I "can use it whenever I want."
I gave him twenty bucks for an Amazon card and said, "Consider this your birthday present."
Think I won't get revenge? I bought a Barbie Collectibles Captain Jack Sparrow doll yesterday. DH can't say a thing.