Another example of market noise getting in the way of my decision making and confidence: Our refrigerator. Charli Penn, over at Man Wife & Dog, has unwittingly tapped into one of my relationship insecurities with her post on what her fridge says about her and her husband. Among other things: They love kids, dogs, travel and takeout. You know what our refrigerator says about us? That we’re due for cleanings at the dentist and like to save money on organic milk:
Don’t you want to be our friend?
I love Charli, just like I love all my other friends whose fridges overflow with family photos, political slogans and framed pictures of them strolling on the beach with their partners. But I HATE their fridges! All I can think of is how utterly devoid of love and romance my marriage must be. Do we have no loved ones we want to be reminded of when we go for the Tropicana? Why have we not bothered printing any pictures of us in connubial poses? Because we suck, and we’re doomed, that’s why. Thanks refrigerator friends, thanks a lot.