Smug Marrieds: What's In The Box?

He got me again.

When I arrived home today, there was a huge cardboard box leaning agains the front door, addressed to one Mr. Blair Harris. 

"Whadcha order? " I asked when he got home. 

"Oh man, yes!" he said. "I've been waiting for these to come in. New D&D figurines." 

"Are you serious?" I asked. "We're trying to sell the house, you know."

"I know!" he said. "I better get these guys set out pronto!" 

He disappeared upstairs with the box and a few minutes later I heard him cursing. 

"Damn it," he said, coming downstairs, carrying the opened box.  "This isn't what I ordered." 

"Aw, did they send you a Yoda figurehead by mistake?" There may have been a smidge of derision in my tone.

"No, worse. Look." He opened the box and pulled out a folded black office-looking thing. 

"Oh my God," I exclaimed. "Is that a stand-up desk?" 

Since we're putting the house on the market, I took down my makeshift standing desk of a sh*tload of books on which I balanced my laptop. But I missed standing. Blair knew it and went in search of a replacement for me, 'cause that's what Blairs do. 

"I'm sorry I mocked your D&D figures," I said. 

"No, you're not."

"You're right, I'm not. But I love the desk. Thank you."

Just another day in the life of the Smug Marrieds.