I don't know if it has any sort of official recognition in the Manual of Weird-Ass But Undeniably Real Addictions (WABURA), but there is, for obvious reasons, no 12-Step Program for the sufferers of Compulsive Ladder Buying.
The latest object of Mr. Kamikaze's affection? A 32-foot aluminum monstrosity that will enable him to scale heights previously unreachable on any of the other five or six ladders crowding our garage, which includes one that he designed and built himself. A specialty ladder.
It is getting to be like a ladder museum in there. When he sees me laughing at his latest purchase he looks at me as if I have absolutely no concept of what it takes to prune the trees, hang Christmas lights or do that thing where you scoop dead leaves out of that little tray that goes around the edge of the roof.
Whatever. It's still funny.
from the suburban man archives: Man vs. Stump, Nothing sets the hearts of suburban women aflame like men on ladders