Oooookay...

My husband, Ken, was being exceptionally sweet today, and while I have my suspicions as to why, (hunting and snowmobiling right around the corner, staying out half the night last night, or maybe the poignant homily at Mass this morning about strong marriages,) his attitude was bound to expire at some point.

We had a great morning and this afternoon I ran the boys around in search of Halloween costume ideas. As we headed out the door, Ken pointed out the hole in the rear of my (one pair of GOOD) jeans, and suggested I take the time to go buy some new ones while I was out. He also recommended I get a new pair of boots, as the sole was flopping around on the pair I was wearing. Ooooookay...

After a few hours of scouting out stores for costumes, I returned home empty handed save a few pieces of junk from the dollar store. Noticing the fact that I hadn't bought myself a thing, (and the fact that it was raining sporadically so hunting was out,) he told me to head out by myself and not to return without some new clothes. Oooookay...

I returned home a few hours later with two pairs of jeans and a pair of boots but minus $250, and we had supper and got the boys to bed. Ken decided to run to the store for his hunting license and I hinted that if he arrived home with a bag of Dove Chocolates today would just be too good to be true.

Ken returned home shortly thereafter but I noticed right away that there were no Dove Chocolates on his person. I asked him if he'd forgotten about my request and he looked at me and smiled. "You just spent $250 on two new pairs of jeans, and now you want me to buy you MORE chocolate so you can get even fatter and rip the butt out of those new ones too?" he asked.

Just before I smacked the crap out of him he ran to the car and grabbed the hidden bag of chocolates. And I'm not mad, just so you know, but sometimes the truth stings a little.