Let me just preface the rest of this story by saying that we were both so gosh darn tired, it being close to 9 o'clock at night and all, so bear with the stupidity a moment.
Jefferson was coming home from class and he asked me to write out a grocery list for us. I've gotten pretty good at that, even keeping a mental tab on what we already have and then picking a menu that uses mostly things we have on hand.
Jefferson then picked me up and we went to Smith's. Now just having gotten a fresh supply of moolah, we didn't want to blow it all on groceries (not that we would ever do that, but gosh! groceries have gotten so expensive!) so I had planned a menu involving a lot of casseroles, homemade bread (yes, I know how to make bread...so what if I use a breadmachine? That's besides the point. :) and one dessert that would last us a week or two: A Better-Than-That's-What-She-Said Cake.
I cannot begin to tell you how excited I was over the gooey, caramely goodness that is this cake! I was so looking forward to cutting into the mouthwatering confection and taking a big bite of heavenly scrumptiousness that I was drooling just thinking about getting the groceries for this bad boy.
Then Jefferson saw them: the chocolate-covered chocolate cake doughnuts. I knew those were going to find their way into our cart (call it my feminine intuition, but let's just say I know that look in my hubby's eye) and I held my tongue. What can I say? My hubsand likes his doughnuts.
As we neared the end of our grocery list, the last few things were for my Better-Than-(...you know the rest) Cake, when Jefferson said, "uhh, honey? I think we have enough groceries for this trip."
"Just a couple more things," I said.
"What are they for?" the million dollar question.
"Cake."
"Well, maybe we should wait on that."
The horns and pitchfork came out at that point. You just don't come between a woman and her cake if you know what's good for you. Apparently, Jefferson doesn't know that.
To make a long story short, we put the doughnuts back (yes, I was a bad wife and brought them up saying if we have enough money for doughnuts, I can have cake) and bought the cake ingredients.
Day Two (yes this lasted more than just the one day):
I got to work and Jefferson had bought breakfast at a nearby gas station: chocolate-covered chocolate cake doughnuts and hot cocoa. Yeah. Okay. I got the message, Mr Subtle.
After work, we swung by Walmart so that I could pick up a few things before going to workout, and while I was grabbing my things, I saw a shelf of doughnuts and I couldn't help buying a dozen. I figure it was a suitable apology, don't you?
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