Let's Fight Over a Jar

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and Friday, oh, the blackness thereof.  It's come a bit early for us.  We went to the store tonight and found some absolutely beautiful candle sticks for our mantel.  We don't have candles yet, but we will acquire them eventually.  These candle sticks aren't the kind covered in holiday festive ornamentation, these are candle sticks that can stay up all year round because they are wood and a beautiful mixture of blue green and purple glass.  They match a set of antique glasses that my husband got from his grandmother.  The candlesticks weren't on sale though, it was the jars that were on sale.

The jars were fifty percent off.  Not a bad deal for decorative mason jars with antique looking lids.  So we got a four pack and three large individual pieces.  The large pieces were only four dollars each.  Not a bad price.  I'm going to put odds and ends in them and shelve them in the laundry room for decor.  I might put clothespins in one and cotton balls in another, although admittedly that's a bathroom thing, but I'll think of something.

So we get home and he asks if he can put coffee grounds in the smallest of the jars.  I said, "Any chance I can find you a different container for the coffee, because it will make the jar stink and it won't ever come out."  I go tearing around the house looking for a replacement but I'm having trouble finding anything.  He says, "I can just buy you another one."  I think to self, fat chance of that, the sale will wipe out the stock and there won't be any left to buy even if he actually does go try to buy me another one.  Instead I say, "what about if you put the grounds in one of the big jars, I have three of those!"

So what does he say?  "Why are you being so selfish!  I said I'd buy you another one, why on earth would I put this little bit of grounds in a huge jar?"

I say, "do what you want, if that's how you plan to talk to me, I could care less about the jars.  Have at it."

Of course, he won't because even though he's boiling with anger, he'd rather endure my "selfishness" than risk the wrath after he contaminates a jar.   I have a perfectly good and empty hot chocolate container he could use for the coffee grounds, but I don't know if that would be suitable in his eyes and I'm too pissed right now to generously offer.  Why?  Because I'm selfish.