Rocket Crazy

My husband is amazing in so many ways, soI won't even begin to list them. One small flaw in my husband is that he doesn't know what he wants. He just informed me earlier this week that he has been looking at some crotch rockets. Normally this wouldn't bother me, but this statement made me mad (to say the least). In the last two years my husband has owned three different motorcycles, his first being a 2006 Suzuki Katana 600, then he bought a 1984 Harley Davidson Softail, and his last bike to buy was a 1996 Kawasaki ZX9R. So let's recap, he has owned a touring sport bike, a cruiser and a crotch rocket. He is pretty spoiled really, if he wants something I try to be supportive and let him have whatever he wants (he works a lot of overtime so that I can be a stay at home mom, so I figure this is the least I can do for him). He sold his Katana so that he could buy his Harley, then when he owned his Harley he decided he wanted a crotch rocket too. He then sold his crotch rocket after a while because well, I really don't know why he sold it. Finally he sold his Harley last summer, and hasn't had a bike since. Less than a year after selling his crotch rocket, he wants to buy another one. Not just any crotch rocket, but one exactly like he sold last year (but he says at least two years newer). AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Ok, I feel better now. If you have made it to this point in my blog, I'm impressed. I really don't care if he has a bike, just as long as he is careful and responsible on it. But I do care about things when he can't make up his mind. He told me he probably won't buy one for a few months at least, but I know better. What my darling husband wants, he gets.