So many windows to choose from

I thought shopping was only for women

How does she choose what one she likes best?

Is it the one with the dresses or the shoes?

How temptations rest in her purse… and rise as she chooses

Tell me if you think you would lose your mind too

Having to carry your wife’s bags

Where ever she goes

Here , there, everywhere is how she spends her money

Lets just hope she keeps her sanity!

I know I’ve already lost mine


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