A long, long time ago, my long-suffering wife Lisa and I bought a foreclosed and empty stone cottage in rural western North Carolina. It needed a lot of work, so we got after it. One morning we realized we needed an assortment of nails, nuts, and bolts to keep working. I volunteered to drive into Morganton and stop at Lowe's and come right back. Which I did. With a stove. Which worked beautifully. My wife seemed surprised, but I didn't forget the nuts and bolts, either.
Very recently, my wife made the mistake of giving me a list of items to pick up at Walmart. By myself. Without her. One item was a shower curtain, since the old one in my bathroom (which doubles as a guest bath) had "To be sold only to the Confederacy" stamped faintly on the hem. The bathroom's paint, trim, tile, etc. were all white or beige.
So I got this cool shower curtain with a wolf howling at the moon and rich sunset colors and mountains in the background. It's wonderful and I love it! But not only did my wife laugh at my selection, so did my younger daughter, who was startled when she saw it, not expecting such vibrancy and drama. Come see!