Family Affair Ch 6

Chapter 6


“KIMBERLY!” Brian bellowed after seeing the statement for the latest acquisition Kim had gotten for the living room, “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

“What the hell is what?” she called back.

“Six hundred dollars for just a fucking couch? What were you thinking? Jesus Christ, we could have gone down to the furniture warehouse or even Ikea and gotten a whole new living room set for less than that.”

“Well, we just needed a new couch, not a whole living room.”

“We still could have gotten something that didn’t practically send me into bankruptcy.”

“Yeah, some half assed Chinese shit either yours or Paul’s round asses would have broken in two weeks, if that. Besides, I don’t know what you’re bitching about. You just got a raise and this was something we needed anyway.”

“Which doesn’t give you a license to make me your human ATM machine. What is yours may be yours, but what is mine is not yours; it’s ours, and I’d like to have some say when you’re going to buy stuff.”

“You buy dumb shit and don’t consult me about it,” Kim pointed out. “Most of it you need as much as you need a second hole in your ass.”

“Which I go out and bust my ass nearly 300 days a year to bring into this house. You on the other hand, sit on yours most of the time except for working two lousy days a week down at the crisis center, when you aren’t spending what I make like water.”

“At least I got something we did need.”

“And spent six hundred dollars for it. Fucking Christ. That thing had better be lined with gold.”

“Look at it like this way; at least we got one decent piece of furniture. By the way, you still owe Paul five hundred dollars for all the porn your ordered.”

“Can’t exactly pay him now; you blew that plus an extra hundred on that thing your ass is now parked on.”

“Oh come on, you have to give this a test run. If nothing else, if you’re going to still be a buzzkill, you’re probably going to be sleeping on it tonight.”

Brian rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’ll try the damn thing. I still better find some gold in it.”

“I think you’ll find better than that. Check it out.”

“Wow, foot rests? Damn! I thought only La-Z-Boy chairs had this shit.”

“It also has heating,” Kim added.

“No kidding?”

“And easy to clean. A couple of wipes, and it’s immaculate again.”

“I guess that explains why it was so expensive. I might sleep on this thing after all.”

“I was kidding about that, Bri,” she grinned. “Anyway, does this mean I’m off the hook?”

“For now,” he nodded. “But next time you get an idea about going on a wild spree like this, give me a little warning, will you?”