I'm really bored today. So here's the tale of my new rug. In April, Dh and I moved into our new home. It's a home of compromises. He hates multiple stories, I hate hardwood floors. It's a 2 story townhome with hardwood floors

It's got it's flaws but the price was right. So for 2 months we've bickered back and forth over rugs. He doesn't want any. I say bare wood floor is cold and cavernous and besides, I'm sweeping it twice a day, they are filthy. He says that's his point. Think of the dirt that would be in the rug! Better in the rug than on my feet I say. Anyway, I finally wore him down and he agreed to a rug for the living room.
For the past 2 weeks he's been looking at rugs online. Ebay, Target.com, buttfuglyorientalrugs.com, he's been scouring the net for the ugliest rug possible. I think the idea was to wear me down. Every night, 4 or 5 times a night he calls from his recliner for me to come look at another rug on his laptop. Only once,
ONCE in two weeks did he actually show me a rug I didn't hate. I didn't much like it, but I didn't hate it. It was a blue/green stripe woven rag rug. You know, like you took a nap on in kindergarden only bigger? The colors matched our furniture and it wasn't gawdawful oriental style and I said it was a start in the right direction.
I DIDN'T SAY I LIKED IT.
Fast forward to last night. I'm not feeling good and we need some things at Target so he runs over there. He comes back an hour later looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. He has a suprise for me (that's never a good sign). In he comes with the very rug I said I liked. And he got it on clearance for $45 down from $99. Only it's not the very rug and I didn't say I liked it. It's MUCH stronger in color and it's jute.
JUTE!! Jute like you put on a scratching post jute. The cat loves it. I'm wondering how you clean hocked up hairballs and cat vomit out of a jute rug. Speechless, stunned and not up to arguing I go take a bath and go to bed.
When he crawls into bed he's expecting a "good boy treat" for getting me such a wonderful rug when he didn't want a rug at all. I quietly reminded him he has a wife who collects quilts, loves poodles and thinks Rachel Ashwell is a goddess. And that the difference between my taste in decorating and his is that I have some. And that a rug made of navy and puke green striped ropes doesn't fit with quilts and poodles and shabby chic.
This morning, as he wakes me up to kiss me goodbye before he goes to work, he tells me the rug was only $45 and we'll go look for another in a couple of weeks. This one can be attached to the mega cat complex we are planning for Simon. Yup, he'll love it.