Turns out I didn’t have to wait a year after all.
I am not what you would call an impulsive shopper, but I am a sucker for the words “sale,” “supplies limited,” and “free shipping.” So I bought my dream hamper. But I didn’t tell Joe. He was surprisingly upset about the $20 canisters, so this should be interesting.
I don’t like being devious, but there is a precedent for guerrilla-style home purchases. I had to sneak plain white bath towels into our first apartment, which taught me an important lesson: Joe approaches even the smallest change kicking and screaming, so if I never bought anything without his permission, our house would be in a state similar to his underwear drawer. Not pretty, I assure you.
Besides, I’ve lived for two months sans toilet tissue holder and window treatments. I’ve earned this.