Buyer’s Remorse

Last spring Fru Fru Pants and I were shopping at one of our favorite places when we stumbled upon what many girls dream of and many romance authors describe in intricate detail: two knights in shining armor.

This is in no way an exaggeration. They were knights in/made of shining armor and, this is the really good part, they were only $99.99 each. Less than three months of eharmony or match. And, in the long run, much less costly than some of those free personal ads that often end badly (he usually doesn’t ‘ just want to hug for 10-20 minutes’).

We were smitten with our knights and returned to them periodically throughout our shopping excursion. During which time we would talk about how much better our lives would be with them in it and where we would ‘position’ them in our homes and yards.

As I mentioned, that was last year. Sadly, we opted to wait. I have complete buyer’s remorse; for not buying. Those knights would have easily fit in the back of Fru Fru Pants’ truck and in our hearts and homes.

We were talking about our knights today and how not buying them was probably the biggest mistake we made in 2009. Fru Fru Pants informed me if she had her knight today she would get inside the armor, jump atop a white horse, and ride around town singing, ‘Camelot! Camelot! In far-off France I heard your call. Camelot! Camelot!’ I’d probably just put him in the passenger seat of my car and drive in the HOV lane with Hero by Enrique Isglesias playing, loudly, on repeat.