Well, that was something of a flop. :-\
Remember a couple of weeks ago, when I was culling fabric and dishes and such?
I had loaded my car with boxes of dishes and other things to donate. When The Husband came home and discovered I had emptied his grandmother's china cabinet, he worried that I had included his great-grandmother's "pepper sauce bottle" in the donation box. We went out to my car to search the boxes. Sure enough, the pepper sauce bottle was there, along with a set of six black coffee mugs that had taken up way too much space in the cabinet. The Husband tried to snag one of the mugs, but I wouldn't let him.
Fast forward a few days. I opened the dishwasher, and there was one of the black coffee mugs.
I thought, You rascal! You sneaked a mug, after all! I'll fix you! I started to throw the mug in the garbage can . . . then I had a better idea; I'd give it to him for his birthday. I hid the mug.
I expected The Husband to notice that the mug was gone and say something about it, but he didn't.
This morning was the big reveal. There was a tense moment or two when I could not find the mug, but it finally turned up. I washed it, put a "Happy Birthday!" sticky note on it, put it in the cabinet, and waited for The Husband to wake up and go to the cabinet for a coffee cup.
He went straight for the cabinet, as usual. I heard him pour his coffee. In a minute, he came from the kitchen with his black mug in one hand and the sticky note in the other. He said, "Aww...you gave me a coffee mug," and sat down in his recliner and turned on the morning news.
And that was it.
Turns out, he hadn't sneaked a mug from the car; I'd just missed the one in the dishwasher when I was culling.
Damn.
No comments:
Post a Comment