Civil Disobedience

I have new shoes. They are waiting for me in Calgary. Unfortunately I have been told that I'm not allowed to drive to Calgary for a pair of shoes. This presents a problem for me. I need these shoes by Saturday. In fact I MUST HAVE these shoes by Saturday, so right now I am preparing to go to Calgary and spend a fortune on gas to retrieve a pair of shoes I already have spent another fortune on. According to the Keeper, a fortune in gas would be the $78.26 it costs to fill the tank in my car. I'm sure he will pee his pants when he finds out the shoes are well over $100, and the dresses that need these particular shoes cost nearly $300. This is why you don't give me your bank card and say, "Buy your self something nice." I will happily obey this command, however, I am going to Calgary for the shoes. End of story.

Maybe not quite the end of the story. Since when has the Keeper been so concerned about how much I spend on gas? He is in charge of ripping it from the ground. He makes a lot of money doing this. We can afford to put gas in my car. We can afford to put fuel in his truck and my car. We can also afford to heat the garage with it's poorly insulated door (meaning the door has an R factor of zero) all winter to the tune of $200 a month, when a new door would cost less than $500, with an automatic garage door opener. We can afford to waste all kinds of money, but all of a sudden we can't afford a tank of gas in order for me drive to Calgary just for a pair of shoes?

Something is fishy here. And by the way, it's not just for a pair of shoes. I will also be visiting my friends (which I suspect is the real issue here), and maybe doing some more shopping. Enjoying the waning freedom of buying things without looking at the price tag. Which I suspect will be coming to a screeching halt in the near future. But that is not the point.

The point is that I cannot be commanded not to do something by someone who claims to be my equal partner in our relationship, but constantly orders me around like some kind of tyrant. I am going to get the shoes, and you, Keeper, are going to have to live with it. And THAT is the end of the story.