One More for the Heap Today

Just another quick post for today: Why is it that my husband thinks he should have a say-so in what kind of dining furniture I pick for our kitchen? His idea of decorating in putting a bust of Napolean on top of the refrigerator and hanging a few disgusting pictures of French battlefields on the walls. Ugh! What do I care if he doesn't want a black table in the kitchen? Why can't he just let me get what is useful to me in the house and not have to put up such a fuss? I have never made him sleep on pink sheets or use flowered towels. Why should I have to have a house full of Nepoleanic crap?