Denial.

We're in denial in my house.
Pratik has shoes with holes, refuses to buy a new pair. I have a bra with a broken wire and a hairbrush that is missing bulbs on the end of the bristles. I told him I'd purchase new underthings if he'd buy new shoes, to which he replied "This is not tit for tat!...Wait, maybe it is!" This conversation occured on the way home from the Mac store to check out a new laptop for me. Priorities! We're coming home with wet socks and ripping out clumps of hair, but damn it all I'll be on the internet!
This morning he trashed my hairbrush behind my back. You can bet those shoes are next! This means war.