fixing it or appeasing it

so yesterday, i went on the great jean hunt.  i needed new jeans and well, i am picky.  this is actually one of the reasons why i did not buy any books since i new that i was going to get a new pair of jeans and that i would be buying tons of books this summer in paris... yes, my life sucks.

me buying jeans is no small feat since i am one of the pickiest people ever born.  i will try on the same style jean 20 different times, i will go to the the same store, different branch just to see what they have.  and poor t was dragged along for the duration.  he is such a trooper.

after the millionth store, and the millionth pair of jeans, i became frustrated.  now, some women marry a fixer who would then proceed to point out how to fix the problem by suggesting other stores and places where there could be jeans.  i married an appeaser.

what does the appeaser do?  he immediately senses the frustration and distress in his wife and points out the table filled with panties and asks, "don't you need panties?"

please note, those words never come out of his mouth because he knows that the answer is "no".  i never technically need panties.  but dammit if it didn't cheer me up and make me happy.