This is the conversation the other night in my house, after the kids were in bed.
Bill: I’m running to the store for milk, do you need anything?”
Me: “Ummm…. no, I don’t think so.”
Bill: “I was just wondering, in case you wanted a Snickers Bar or something”.
Me: “Well… <thinking>….. I wouldn’t be upset if one happened to make it’s way home with you”.
Bill: “Enough said”.
This conversation led to me daydreaming of peanut-chocolatey goodness for the next 15 minutes or so as I waited for his return from the store. Then, I finally heard the front door creak open, and the rustle of a plastic bag. One by one, the footsteps up the steps got louder and louder. The door to my sewing room opened, and Bill promptly deposited a pack of Ho-Ho’s on my work table.
Me: “What’s that? Where’s my Snickers bar?”
Bill: “Well… these were six for a dollar, and the Snickers were, like, 79 cents each”.
Me: “You don’t tell a woman you’re bringing home a Snickers, and then come home with HO-HO’S!!… Much less a PREGNANT woman!!! You are SOOOO getting blogged about”.