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.