I was actually looking forward to his being home early tonight so we could spend some time together--especially since I haven't really seen him all week. So, imagine my surprise when the night ends up being nothing but one big argument...about the fact that I didn't buy him artichoke dip when I was at Costco. Unbelievable.
What a waste. I would have preferred to spend yet another night alone rather than watch a grown man pout, yes pout like a baby, because there is no artichoke dip in the fridge. And apparently it goes beyond that because "I never buy him anything that he wants." That's funny. All of his staples are still there. Now that I think about it, some of them (like his strawberry yogurt) have gone unopened and recently expired. So, it comes down to the fact that he really doesn't know what he wants. Or, maybe he just wants what he doesn't have.
Ha. If he only knew that I had a fair portion of the tasty dip when I was at my friend's jewelry party on Saturday. And, you know what? It was fabulous!
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