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To: Thomas C. White who wrote (44231)	7/6/1999 4:36:00 PM
From: Ilaine	Respond to of 108807

We've been married for almost 20 years. And no item of furniture or decoration gets put in a common room unless we both agree. We've compromised on everything from sofas to silverware. And we both have our own cars, he has a Saab, I have a Discovery. I admit that I put my foot down once or twice, about the maroon polyester golf shirt, and the Irish Spring soap, but he's managed to keep me from cutting my hair or wearing perfume, so I think we're even.

To: Thomas C. White who wrote (44231)	7/6/1999 4:49:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

I'm racking my memory to see what of my worldly possessions came into jeopardy once I got married. Mostly what i brought was welcomed. Cookware - the good stuff, copper and calphalon and sharp German knives. An operational car. Furniture was acquired by mutual consent or opportunity - so I don't carry a burden of guilt for the really ugly stuff. The only things that seem to have suffered attrition were items of clothing. Since they were the same ones I'd worn when starting undergrad seven years earlier, there is a certain mercy there. Most of my clothes (except jeans and underwear, and we men have a way of getting every last gasp of use out of a set of briefs) were made of space-age fibers that were utterly impervious to the indignities of age or wear. I particularly remember a passel of nylon socks. I never ever suffered Sock Attrition until I started sharing laundry duty. Then there was this great sucking sound from the black hole that is part of any drier. But here is a situation where Wife knows that she needs to stay sharp with her Strategic Thinking. She has some stuff that is an intermittent focus of my ... attention. There is less of it now, well since the Moth Incident performed quite a triage on her hideous dog-stained Ecuadorian rugs and tapestries.