It isn't easy living with a wannabe minimalist, even for someone who has similar values. Just ask my wife, Rooty. Last February, I turned 50 and Rooty wanted to buy me something nice to mark the occasion. But I couldn't think of anything I wanted, much less needed.
"What about an iPad? I could have it engraved on the back."
"Mmmm...no. I really don't think I would use it much."
"A flat screen t.v.?"
"Maybe when our current t.v. blows its tube."
"A new desk?"
"I've been using my desk since I was four. Why would I want a new one now?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because it's a child's desk and you barely fit?!"
"It keeps me svelte."
