I'm with you. That woman must have prided herself in her material possessions. I feel the same way you do when I see my friends on Facebook complain about their husbands bugging them or not leaving them alone or having to clean up after them. I say, be thankful for what you have. Although, you usually don't know what you have until it is gone.

I second that...whining materialistic oxygen thieves...I like nice things too...but they aren't more important than people...especially your spouse. Ingrates.

We have a commercial going on right now from a local day spa.."when you didnt get what you wanted for valentines day" specials on chemical peels and botox. Really there is so many things wrong with this but it has spoke volumes to me. I miss the dorky and quirky things that we did for each other that carved our relationship out from any other relationship.

There is no more loving of a gift, than one that someone has given their time in creating or one that through taking the time to listen, someone has searched for. The dollar amount is immaterial. My husband handmade many a gift for me as I did for him. I truly loved each gift, since no one else in this world would have given the Love, thought and effort, that he put into each gift. So many hearts are broken, by people who focus on the dollar amount and/or the promonance of a gift. When we did buy, we focused on gifts that would be life changing, rather than gifts that would be just treasures to be added to a mountain of things that never get used, or are just to be admired. From the sign he carved for my kitchen (in Italian, no less) that said "Molly's Kitchen, where gifts of love are created daily" to the Fisher Price pull along dog that was to remind me, he had not forgotten his promise to get us into a home of our own, so we could have a dog......each and everyone was as precious as the Hope diamond, to me. Every gift, added to the mountain of love between us. After recieving his love and commitment to me for life, there would be no other gift that could measure up, anyways. We never needed to buy each others love, only to express it as often as we found the chance. I miss those simple bouquets of wildflowers or coloring books and crayons when I was down with the flu. Knowing that with all the world was demanding of him throughout his day, his thoughts were on me, brought more joy than any diamond or designer gift could ever bring........Molly