So Mr. Personality and I were at the park the other day. We were on the playground when some girls began riding around in this oversized motorized motorcycle thingy. It was actually kind of odd looking, with huge sylized pink tailpipes.
Mr. Personality was agog.
"You should buy that for me," he told me as he raptly watched the girls circle around the playground.
"Oh really?" I said.
"Yes, that would be a very good thing."
I don't know which I am more horrified about, the fact that he was so boldly greedy, or that he somehow has managed to channel Martha Stewart.