Similarly, I get nowhere with the sister wife idea.
A paintball gun with a hair trigger and 500 psi or so.
Damn neighbor kids won’t stay off my lawn.
A pot-bellied pig (‘you don’t know how big that thing’s gonna get!’)
A Smart Car (‘deathtrap!’)
A pet bird (‘birds don’t belong in cages!’ - though oddly, he’s OK with the idea of chickens or quail. I guess it’s OK if they are housed outside).
On my end, I’ve nixed a mini horse, because they are just as expensive as the large ones.
I tried to nix the Corvette, but he went and bought it anyway. I use this as leverage to get household things I want (‘if you can afford a Corvette, you can afford to get the house re-carpeted!’, etc.)
More than 2 greyhounds, and no more than 1 cat. His reasoning is that we must not be outnumbered by species. (I know, the 1 cat rule is an aberration from the rule, but 2 cats are sort of like 4 dogs.) I keep telling him that 1 greyhound is like .25 of a regular dog but he won’t buy it. 
Mrs. L.A. will not be seen with me if I am wearing a bow tie. She also won’t let me wear hats, except for ball caps. She won’t be seen with me if I’m wearing a pork pie or trilby. (Although she took one of my black pork pies for herself.) I can barely get away with wearing an aloha shirt. Sometimes.
But… bowties are cool.
That’s what I tell her.
She says they make me look like a professor or a weather man. Hey, I like Bill Nye! And Doctor George was the greatest weather man ever!
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A threesome.
And I am not allowed to buy any more golf shirts with the Star Trek logo on them. Apparently 3 is enough even though there are 5 work days in a week. :rolleyes:
I agree with this assessment (except for the cat; we are not ‘cat people,’ so we’re always at 0 cats). I have a two-dog limit - we’d probably have 10 if it were up to the husband.
A miniature horse, but she’s coming around on that one.
An excavator. Not a big full size one, just a mini-excavator. Apparently picking up pine cones and plowing the driveway aren’t good enough reasons to own one.
A helicopter. Not a working one, it’s an old Bell MASH type helicopter sitting in front of the Army-Navy store. I guess she has some kind of irrational hatred of helicopters.
A prairie dog. Really! I like rodent-ish beasties, but my wife indulged my rabbit habit our entire marriage, so that’s out.
Maybe a Red Fox (, dummy! 
[I know they’re not rodents, neither are rabbits.])
To be fair, my husband requires my approval for his choice of necktie. It all started when people bought him some ugly ties and… he just wore them, apparently thinking they were acceptable. He finally dumped his collection out on the bed for me to go through at will. He now just relies upon me to purchase ties for him.
But I am really good at picking them out. (I got him that one when he passed the state licensing exam… he’s a psychologist.) He’s getting the neurons next.
Full-sized excavators are called snorts, and I can relate. I’d really like a baby snort.
Actually, we have a whole driving game for this. Snorts are worth one point, a collection of three or more snorts is a snoggle, those are worth 5 points. They only count as a snoggle if the snorts have line of sight with each other. Occasionally, we see them eating, but they are usually asleep.
You guys are really making me appreciate my wife. (Even more).
I can’t think of anything I want that she would discourage. Hate to be a thread shitter.
I suppose my Star Trek bow tie would be right out.
I’m sure you could think of something. A cow? A houseboat? A herd of tarantulas? Maybe you aren’t really opening yourself to the fullness of your desires.
A while ago on these boards someone suggested getting tiny gazelles for the cats to hunt. Husband and I are both on board with that. Alas.
That’s a win in my book. Actually quite tasteful. Sr. Weasel doesn’t do bowties, though.
I was going to say this as a joke, because honestly she’s never told me no to anything. Our agreement (we are not married) allows me to have a gf in addition to her, as long as I explain it to her first. Basically, she is ok with me seeking sex outside our relationship if she is not enough for me. In reality, I struggle to keep up with her, and so I do not want/need a gf.
As you know, I deeply desire a squid gun. Just don’t ask me how many legs squids have! I have to admit that I want the gazelles just for having the gazelles. Bad Kitty! Don’t hunt my beautiful vaulting wildlife. Of course, I still have my name on the waiting list for the miniature giraffes.
I do not yet have my magical secret kingdom hidden in the attic. It’s big enough. Hubby won’t sign off on the renovation budget.
In reverse, my husband has begun many conversations recently like so, “home grown eggs would be so nice” or “we have room for a coop”. I end them thus, “I am not cleaning up after chickens, who will be cleaning the coop?”
An ocelot. If they weren’t illegal and endangered and I could be sure I’d be able to take good care of it and give it a happy life, I’d have one in a heartbeat.
He loves them too, but his limits of practicality are a bit more…um…practical than mine. 