A couple of nights ago, I was sitting on the couch looking through some of our junk mail, and I noticed that there was some garden furniture that was for sale at one of the shops.  I called my husband and told him that I wanted him to hurry home so he could take me to the store.  The reason that I had to wait for him was because he had the truck, and I couldn’t buy anything with my little car.  I could tell that he didn’t like it when I was trying to rush him home.  He told me to just be patient.