. . . And what's changed . . . (and what hasn't). . .
A recent reminder of my tendencies went something like this:
We had just finished dinner. About 20-30 minutes later the conversation flowed:
Me: "Hey, want a piece of that brownie brittle?"
Me: "Hey, want a piece of that brownie brittle?"
(I can't help it, I admit there was more than a touch of excitement/persuasion in my tone).
To which my husband replied:
"No. I don't think so."
Me: "Really? Okay"
Hubby: "Oh, you can still have some. Don't let me stop you."
Me: "Oh, I don't want to eat it alone "
(meaning "in front of you")
(meaning "in front of you")
Hubby: "Or you can just wait until I go to bed."
(Does he know me, or what?!)
---Followed by both of us laughing--
---Followed by both of us laughing--
Okay. This is the man who, when we married and I moved in that August, still had Halloween candy from the YEAR BEFORE! How does THAT happen??? That never happened in my previous life. I tried more than once to buy my "least favorite" candy to pass out at Halloween so I wouldn't be tempted by any left-overs. But it didn't matter. Because there was never candy in my house any other time, anything left over from Halloween disappeared pretty quickly. I also learned not to buy candy too far in advance of the holiday because eventually I wouldn't have enough to hand out and would have to get more.
 |
| Really? Who can keep candy around that long? |
So the candy in this new married house slowly disappeared too (again it didn't matter what kind it was). As much as I tried to blame it on a mouse, or a candy fairy, or a Halloween ghost--it was ALL ME!
Busted!
