MEN????????????????

Could someone please explain men to me. Karl pulled into our driveway Thursday evening in a corvette. He had every intention to buy it. This is not something we have discussed. I didn't even know it was something "we" were thinking about. He had figured out all the financing and had even devised his own plan of how he would pay for it by himself. He was going to donate plasma. Good glory! I was soooooooo annoyed. A few months ago he came home with a suburban...I said no. Next it was a motorcycle....I said no. Now a corvette! Are you serious!! I guess annoyed isn't the right word...I was irrate, mad, crazed, foaming at the mouth. If you want something new go buy a shirt. A sports car...seriously. Karl told me until he was blue in his face how it was his dream car and he works so hard for our family. I said "uhh....we aren't even 30 yet. We have a lot of years until buying a dream car is going to be a priority. Diapers are a priority, corvettes aren't." The car went back (of course) but I think some of Karl went with it. He was so disapointed and I felt bad being the dream crusher. I did get a few pics so he can remember it.