All for one and one for...me
Inspired by kkk's latest bout of wedded bliss, here's one that happened yesterday afternoon:
(I'm in the kitchen eating one of those "fun size" 3 Musketeers bars when sfaJill walks in)
"What are you eating?"
"3 Musketeers."
(flabbergasted) "Where'd you get that??"
"From the bag in the pantry."
"What bag in the pantry?"
"The bag of 3 Musketeers on the second shelf in there."
"I didn't know they where in there. When did we get those?"
"Wednesday. I picked them up at Kroger. Remember when I stopped to grab that chicken on the way home from work that day?"
"I can't believe you hid them from me."
"I didn't hide them from you. They were on the freaking shelf in the pantry."
"Well, you didn't tell me they were in there. You know I never look in there!!"
"No, but I also didn't tell you that I bought some more milk that day, too."
(pause) "Well, you know I love 3 Musketeers and you didn't tell me you bought some. You hid them so you could have them all to yourself."
"Uh...yep. That's it."
She stomed off to our bedroom and slammed the door. I just went outside for a while and, when I came back in, she apologized and said that she didn't know what was wrong with her or why she was getting pissed off about "stupid stuff." I just told her it's part of that whole "being a chick" thing. Surprisingly, she didn't smack my arm.
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