As it happens, I was marshalling my own arguments against it when Jonathan got upset, but the upshot is, no wig. Especially no *ugly* wig. In wigs as much as anything else, you get what you pay for. If I ever decide again to get one (twice I've thought about it, twice something happened to change my mind), I'll spend the money and get a good one - one that, even if it doesn't look natural, at least looks good. I was already starting to doubt this thing - when would I wear it? To the occasional Chasidic wedding, basically.
Instead, we'll get the beds we need, and a new, larger flatscreen monitor. Maybe someday a laptop and the wireless network we'll need. But hair? Not this year.