First I must say this - I love my hardworking husband with all my heart but sometimes...sheesh!
After hearing the freezer lid slam shut, I walked downstairs to see what the clatter is about. Only to find my dear husband scouring through "our grocery store". This is a shelf where I store extra dry goods, staples and paper products. He turns around to see me and plops down on the bed. His facial expressions and body movements clearly display his frustration.
"What are you looking for?" I question gingerly.
"Something to eat, maybe some chocolate" he quickly responds.
We don't have any chocolate in the house so I offer molasses cookies or this morning's Blueberry Muffins. That is clearly not an acceptable substitute since his next words attack our breakfast and lunch menu for the day.
"meatless spaghetti with little sauce"
"next time put some sugar in the muffins"
And so in conclusion, his "sugar" slept on the couch.
After hearing the freezer lid slam shut, I walked downstairs to see what the clatter is about. Only to find my dear husband scouring through "our grocery store". This is a shelf where I store extra dry goods, staples and paper products. He turns around to see me and plops down on the bed. His facial expressions and body movements clearly display his frustration.
"What are you looking for?" I question gingerly.
"Something to eat, maybe some chocolate" he quickly responds.
We don't have any chocolate in the house so I offer molasses cookies or this morning's Blueberry Muffins. That is clearly not an acceptable substitute since his next words attack our breakfast and lunch menu for the day.
"meatless spaghetti with little sauce"
"next time put some sugar in the muffins"
And so in conclusion, his "sugar" slept on the couch.
Note to husband: Don't insult the cook!
