If you answered yes, I have a business trip post coming down the pipes so...don't judge.
Many people who meet my dear Husband think he's perfect. I'm not about to destroy the facade he's so carefully built, but I'm not above putting a few cracks in the foundation.
Vindictive? Who, Me?!
If you're not married to the guy and don't have to live with him, then you don't get an opinion.... just sayin'
Most of the time he's close to perfect, but then he goes through these spells where all I can think is "What the hell?!"
The past few days has been one of those spells.
Case in point, the other night was Lasagna night and what do you need with lasagna?? French Bread.
Or at least I do.
Nearly every night of the week, I make sure dinner is done and ready for Husband the second he walks in the door so that all he has to do is change, sit down and eat. The guy does work full-time and go to school y'know.
I rarely ask him to pick up something from the store on his way home, but this particular night, I forgot to get french bread on my way home and so I asked him to get some.
After one big sigh and much hmm-ing and haw-ing, Husband finally said "Can't I just come home? I can do without it."
I wound up toasting regular bread in the oven...not the same.
Anyways, I got home from work today, after waking up at 4:30 to be at work at 6 to train a new hire, to this:
Then, after tidying up the kitchen a little, I came to the conclusion that I really must be the maid because dear Husband left me a tip:
**I'm also really glad Husband doesn't have a blog...Lord knows what he'd post about me**