"They kind of all look the same," I answered, staring not at anniversary rings, but at dozens of white, beige and uber white toilet seats in the bathroom section of Lowe's. The only one that really stood out was a needlepoint design, pink and yellow butterfly pattern that any grandma would be proud to display to her guests before they lifted the lid. "That one is pretty," I teased half-jokingly.
We finally agreed that the plain, white, $9.95 models would do just fine so we splurged and bought two.
From there we checked out sinks, dishwashers, lamps and finally...mailboxes. A snowplow had knocked down our mailbox a few snowstorms back and the little red flag no longer stayed up when we had mail to go out. It also had a large dent in the side. Small stuff I know, but it bugged me. I wondered if the postal carrier was annoyed too. I wanted a new mailbox.
"Gray or white?" my beloved asked. "We could also paint it."
"White...just plain white," I replied, standing on tip toe to reach the box.
"Are you sure you don't want the deluxe model?" he asked, reaching to get it down. "It's bigger..."
"This one is just fine," I said.
And it was.