Last night was a typical night here.
We did the homework Nazi routine, scrambled to chauffeur our kids to their various events, I came home and started dinner, H came home and we had the usual exchange. You know,
"Hi, how was your day."
"Great, good. yada yada." (we've been married a long time, he doesn't really listen to me 92% of the time).
"So what's for dinner?"
And that's when I casually told my husband that I sold one of the kids on eBay for $12.82.
He stood before me with a stricken look on his face, mouth slack jawed and slowly dawning horror as my words sunk in... "Seriously?" He choked out through trembling lips. His indrawn breath was followed by a second gasp. "That doesn't even sound normal! You're making that up."
OK. What I actually said was not actually related to e-bay, it was instead more along the lines of:
"I'm making Spaghetti Squash Taco's for dinner."
And so that's how I ended up cooking 2 meals for dinner last night.
One for me. And one for Them.
So. Does anyone want to guess how his response to the information regarding the new/used treadmill delivery date went down?....
Yeah, it was almost as good as spaghetti squash.