About 4:30pm, I get a call from the hubs.
Me: Am I supposed to be cooking dinner tonight? [Thursday is usually take-out night]
Hubs: Yes.
Me: It would have been nice if you'd mentioned that this morning before you left for work.
Hubs: Let's just have those taquitos & some Spanish rice.
Me: Okay.
Hubs: I'll go to the store to pick up more sour cream, since your son loves that stuff.
Me: Alrighty.
Hubs: I'll get you some of that bean dip stuff you like. [He means 7-layer dip]
Me: Oh. Great! See you in a bit.
I get it all ready. I'm already savoring the taste of sour cream, guacamole, cheese, & beans on some blue tortillas chips. Around 5:15pm, my hubby arrives home.
Me: Everything is all ready.
Hubs: Okay. I couldn't find that stuff you like.
Me: You couldn't?
Hubs: I got you some spinach dip instead.
What the %uck? In what dimension is spinach dip anywhere close to 7-layer dip? Tell me! I'm thinking he looked in the wrong section and didn't bother looking anywhere else. ARGH! @#%!%!^
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