Compromise. Really?

Everyone says that marriage is all about compromise.  Give and take.  Pick your battles, they say. You know what I say?  "If you would just stop freaking out for second, everything will work out." 

For B's birthday (#34 on the 17th), we bought a new desk off craigslist.  Which meant that we had to rearrange our office/spare bedroom/gear storage room.  Which meant we started to think about whether or not we wanted to keep certain things.  Like the old, beat-up printer cart that Bryan has had for years.  Or the crazy floor lamp that just "doesn't go."  

And when we got rid of the printer cart, we moved the filing cabinet, which meant we had to move the bookshelf over to where the floor lamp was.  Which meant, naturally, that we had to get rid of the floor lamp.  But what were we to do for light?  Ah, enter the "compromise."

Well, I'm very happy to say that B's awesome lamp is now standing tall, ugly and proud on the dresser in our office/spare bedroom/gear storage room.  It actually looks pretty good in this room.  Yes, I admit it.  See, everything worked out.  B's lamp is happy in its new room.  You didn't think I would actually make him get rid of it did you?