 Eastlands, NQR's second home.
Five years of living with the world’s most irresponsible
alco/shopo/narco/psycho-holic put that to rest.
So you can only imagine my horror at not only having to pay
$1300 to get the Magna serviced at Eastlands, but to be subjected to the apparently “more responsible” hubby’s
exclamation of “While we’re here, we might as well get you some new jeans!”
 The prize!
Just over a year into the upgraded model and he has got me
not only buying clothes... but trying
them on! I mean, actually using those little rooms with mirrors where you
take off your clothes, put on theirs and see if they fit.
This man has got me wearing Calvin Klein boxer briefs (I don’t know how I used to wear anything
else), jeans from shops that don’t sell washing detergent and MP3 players,
and eating cheese that comes in wheels rather than individually-wrapped slices.
We now even have a cat food budget because Fancy Feast Royale is the only food
Crumpet the Strumpet will touch.
Yet, somewhere in between the chaos of hubby pushing me
kicking and screaming into the change room and collecting the Magna from the
boys at Kmart Tyre and Auto I ended up with a pair of jeans that seem to do
wonders for my butt.
And two polar fleeces, three thermal tops, four long-sleeved
tees, a shirt and two pairs of slippers.
My man, when combined with proximity to a major shopping
centre, is a force to be reckoned with. I never had a hope in hell.
I suspect it may have something to do with the fact that we
wear the same size.
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