So I'm super sick again. I was well for about three days and then yesterday it hit me again full force. I'm annoyed about this because I have things I need to do, things like buying a new shower curtain. But instead, I'm curled up in bed with thirty boxes of tissues and some medicine that cost $25 for like, 5 pills. Which better cure me because that $25 could have bought me this really cute pink sweater at the Gap.
So we really needed another shower curtain because we went from a 1 bedroom/1 bath apartment to a 2 bedroom/2 bath apartment. And a long time ago we decided that we would have separate bathrooms in the new apartment, and that my bathroom would be the guest bathroom. This is because Jeff is a hairy guy and no one told me before I got married that men get hair all over the bathroom. I figured that guests would use the hall bathroom, so if I let Jeff have the master bath off the bedroom, I wouldn't have to run in the bathroom before my guests needed to pee to make sure there was not man hair everywhere. I am a very thoughtful hostess.
So back to the shower curtain story. I am in bed sick and Jeff was going to run errands.
"Can you pick up a shower curtain for the master bath?" I asked sweetly through my tissues.
"Sure. What kind?" he asked
"Whatever. It's your bathroom." I answered.
This is one of those times where people did not warn me about marriage. Specifically, that if you want your house to have a certain decor, you do not give husband free reign to choose a shower curtain.
This is Exhibit A. Otherwise known as the guest bathroom. I would like to take a moment to point out that this is all the stuff from our old bathroom, which Jeff helped me pick out when we registered. When he refused to let me have a pink damask shower curtain, which I am totally bitter about due to the recent appearance of Exhibit B in our lives.
This is Exhibit B. Otherwise known as Yes. This Is Seriously What My Husband Bought And Hung In Our Bathroom. If I wasn't so doped up on sinus medicine, this just might drive me to drink. 
When I asked him (sweetly, very sweetly) what possessed him to buy this shower curtain he told me that this was all Target had. As though I do not have the entirety of Target's merchandise memorized. Turns out, this was all Target had for $5 (because apparently men think it is ridiculous to spend more than $5 on a shower curtain) and it was between this and fish, and he thought the sucks * were way cooler than the fish. Good Lord, I love my husband.
* When I proofread this, I realized that I misspelled ducks and that misspelling resulted in the word sucks. Coincidence? I think not. So I left it.
