Many moons ago when we were poor college students who had lost track of our finances he asked me for a moratorium on spending. I agreed. Until I saw this octopus cookie jar at Target. It was $12. Obviously I had to buy it. It was an octopus.
Well, he wasn’t too happy. We got into a stupid fight. Years later he teases me by saying that purchasing it was my greatest regret, and then I double down on it being the best purchase I ever made.
The problem now, of course, is that in the last fifteen years I have never found a use for it (I don’t even bake cookies), but my pride dictates I must keep it. Admittedly, it’s pretty cute. Just utterly useless. It’s currently in our guest bath. If anyone has any ideas for how I can use it, thus proving my husband wrong, I’m all ears.