Fireplace decisions over lasagna.....

Well, we're shopping for a propane fireplace to heat our lakeside cabin so we can continue working on the inside finishing over our sooncoming LONG (and extremely welcomed by me) winter. I kind of thought that the fireplace would be one of our simplest decisions..... buuuuuuuut when Enz just has no idea of style, it becomes not simple at all! I probably should have learned this lesson by now, this is after all, the third house build we have taken on in our almost twenty-two years of unfortunately being married; I really should have learned the first time!!! Enz is a stickler for traditional style and I am more into, well, earthiness, I guess... though we do BOTH agree on open-concept floor plans which has saved many an argument over the big stuff; floor plans can't easily be changed when the other is finally convinced of the right way (MY way). We actually did agree on a built-in over freestanding (MY idea) because the thought of cleaning dust out of every nook'n'cranny of the freestanding styles just simply doesn't sit well with me in a 'holiday home'. Anyhow, deciding on the fireplace came to a bit of a head while we were having dinner last night and 'discussing' our views. So as we sat eating lasagna and salad in our outdoor screened room while our PlayDay Duo lay snoozin' in the evening breeze we tried to come to a fireplace ahhhhhhgreement...

The two in debation...

"This is the one I think we should go with..." Enz said while pointing to the bottom fireplace picture.

"Why would you want that one? I'm thinking this one." I pointed to the top one.

"Seriously? You like that one??"

"Well, I sure don't like that one! And anyhow... what the heck is wrong with you that you would possibly pick the bottom one??"

"The top one doesn't even look like a FIIIIIIIREPLACE, Gillian!"

"Wood's ON FIIIIIIIIRE in it, Vincennnnzo... how the fuck can it not look like a fireplace?????"

*silence*

"This is pretty good lasagna, eh?"

"Yeah, it's not bad actually."

"I still like ours better though, we should make one with the fresh canned sauce soon."

"We're not making one until it gets cooler out, unless you're suddenly planning on putting an air-conditioner in the kitchen..."

Enz reaches to pick up the fireplace pamphlet for another close look before turning it toward me and says, "How can you possibly not like that one?"

"It's not that I don't like it, I'm sure it'd look great somewhere... just not in our cabin."

"Why wouldn't it look great in our cabin?"

'Think about it... we're rocking the outside, we're wooding the inside..... where the fuck do old-looking bricks fit into that ensemble?"

"At least it has realistic-looking logs in the fucken' thing! What the Hell does fuckin' DRIFTwood and pebbles think it's doing in a fireplace??!!!"

"What are you, fucking NUTS?? It's a motherfuckin' beach house, Enzo! BEEEACH... HOUUUSE! ... And great..... thanks so much... now I'm gonna be singing this all night long... 'aww it's a beach ho-oouuuuuse...' ....." *insert chair boogying*

"Gillian! Can you be serious, please? We need to decide on this..."

" I am being serious... I already decided, we're getting the top one."

"But I like the traditional one."

"That doesn't matter."

"How can it not matter?"

"Okay, let's just think about it for a minute... Where are we building our cabin?"

"On the lake."

"Right... well, just back from the lake, technically, but whatever, we'll go with 'on the lake' for arguments sake."

*eye roll* "Gillian..."

"Okay, now what lies between the lake and the cabin?"

"Dirt? ... Land? ... Weeds?"

"Let's go with a shoreline..."

"Fine."

"The shoreline consists of..."

"Rocks... and this is getting pretty fuckin' aggravating, Gillian!"

"Rocks aaaaaaaand???"

"Oh, for crying out looouuuuud!!! Can you just tell me instead of making me guess?!!"

"Pebbles, Enz.... rocks and fucking PEBBLES!!! And... what do we always find bits of washed up on this shoreline we've just descripted???"

*Puts fork down, leans back and looks at me before answering* "Driftwood."

"Exactly!"

"Gillian..." *exasperated* "...you do know that I already told the guy he was an idiot for even suggesting that one when I picked up the pamphlets... 'cause it doesn't even look like a nice traditional fireplace like I think a cabin needs?!!"

"Well, I guess now you're gonna have to go back and tell him that YOU'RE the fuckin' idiot who didn't get the fact that we're building a beach ho-oouuuuuse and that we need a beach ho-oouuuuuse kind'a fireplace..."

"Can you please quit with singing that dumb song and be serious."

"No, I already told you... it's in my head now!"

"So you don't like this one, at all?" *points to the bottom fireplace while looking at me in incredulous disbelief."

"Pebbles and driftwood, please!"

"You want me to make a pot of coffee now, or wait half an hour?"

"It's already seven-thirty... now's fine."