PSA: Don't tell your wife you need a stripping basket. At least if she's prone to mockery.
We were out to dinner several years ago discussing Hawaii trip plans. We'd had a couple drinks when I mentioned needing a stripping basket. She looked at me like I had gone mad and said "you need a WHAT?!" After a brief description, I could tell that I was going to regret even mentioning it.
"So, does this stripping basket come with decorations, or do you add plastic daisies and pinwheel later? We can stop by the craft store tomorrow. Oh, and the fabric store to get some sparkly ribbons!"
This went on for what seemed much longer than a few minutes. Tears were streaming down her face and I think she may have peed her pants a little. Needless to say I still don't own one. YMMV.