Those readers who are from my generation know the song by Billy Joel called "Uptown Girl." It's a story about a blue class worker (Joel) trying to woo a high society woman (Christine Brinkley in the video). I'm not saying Marcie is posh like that, but she does have great taste in things. It's one reason I let her make the decisions when it comes to things for the house. It's not the fact that I can't pick out sheets or anything, but she has a better eye for it.
One night, we were having dinner at the dining room table. The dining room is open enough for us to see the living room from there. We were both looking into the living room when I heard Marcie sigh. I looked at her and smiled. She looked at me back.
"What?" she asked.
"You sighed, sweetheart. Did you see something?"
She shook her head. I looked at her with that "I know there's something on your mind" look in my eyes for a moment before she took a breath and answered.
"Okay, I saw that gap next to the couch and wondered if we could find a chair to match."
"You know all you have to do..."
"Leo!"
This caught my attention. I stopped mid-sentence before she continued.
"Leo, just because I was thinking about it doesn't mean you pull out your Black American Express and have me order it."
"I don't have one of those."
She paused.
"You don't have what?"
"I don't have a Black Amex card. Never thought I needed one. That's for big celebrities and stuff."
That disarmed her for a moment. Then she was back on track.
"No, I mean..."
I looked her in her eyes before planting a kiss on her forehead.
"You don't want me just spending money on a whim just because it's an idea of yours."
"Yes and..."
"I already know that."