So I've been cleaning up the house, and in the process, I finally found some desk chairs that I liked to replace our old ones that were in terrible shape. But when I told my husband that I had ordered two chairs, he decided it was a good time to talk with me about spending money. Ugh!
I get the two chairs in place and decide that I really liked them and wanted a third chair. I thought about it and thought about it and decided that I really wanted the third chair. So I went ahead and ordered it. I figured I could get it, put it together, and take the box out on trash day without mentioning it to my husband in order to avoid the money talk again.
Here it was, Friday night, and I still hadn't put the chair together. I looked at the clock and reasoned that there was no way he'd come home at this hour since he normally works late each night. It only takes 5 minutes to put it together so I figured I'd have plenty of time to get the chair out, put it together, and put the box away. I wasn't going to lie about getting the chair, but I didn't want to bring it up either.
I drag the box out, open it up, pull out all the parts, and start putting it together. Next thing I know, my husband comes driving up in the driveway! Ack!
He walks in while I'm smack dab in the middle of putting the chair together. The box and all the mess is strewn about. The tags are hanging from the chair. There's no hiding it! I'm caught!
He takes one look at the whole situation, looks at me, and then tells me right to my face, "I'm surprised the cats aren't playing inside the box!"
All that planning and scheming for nothing! He even took the box out for me. Is he a great husband or what? :kissu:
I get the two chairs in place and decide that I really liked them and wanted a third chair. I thought about it and thought about it and decided that I really wanted the third chair. So I went ahead and ordered it. I figured I could get it, put it together, and take the box out on trash day without mentioning it to my husband in order to avoid the money talk again.
Here it was, Friday night, and I still hadn't put the chair together. I looked at the clock and reasoned that there was no way he'd come home at this hour since he normally works late each night. It only takes 5 minutes to put it together so I figured I'd have plenty of time to get the chair out, put it together, and put the box away. I wasn't going to lie about getting the chair, but I didn't want to bring it up either.
I drag the box out, open it up, pull out all the parts, and start putting it together. Next thing I know, my husband comes driving up in the driveway! Ack!
He walks in while I'm smack dab in the middle of putting the chair together. The box and all the mess is strewn about. The tags are hanging from the chair. There's no hiding it! I'm caught!
He takes one look at the whole situation, looks at me, and then tells me right to my face, "I'm surprised the cats aren't playing inside the box!"
All that planning and scheming for nothing! He even took the box out for me. Is he a great husband or what? :kissu:
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