But man, Sean makes me want to hide things. And well, sometimes I do.
I use to be that wife who would buy things that I loved, put it in the fridge and not think twice about it. You know, your favorite ice cream, your leftover Chinese food, your favorite red wine.
I was so naïve.
I'm not proud to say this but I
I hid ice cream in the fridge for 3 weeks and Sean had no idea about it. I’m serious. I completely hid it. Behind all the frozen chicken and broccoli. If I hadn’t Sean would have taken it upon himself to eat it all before I got around to
So Tuesday night, I kinda forgot that I was hiding it and left it out in front. Of course, Sean sees it that night and says, “Wait? We have ice cream.” And I’m all like, “Oh yeah, right, I do. Not we.” He opens the container and sees that I’ve had some and he goes, “Have you been hiding this?” And I’m all, “Yah, you give me no choice.” And he goes, “Well that’s the last time you’ll hide anything, because now I’m going to be searching for all these goodies you’re hiding from me.” I would have laughed but then he said, “Too bad you can’t hide ice cream in the bedroom.”
He doesn’t know it but I’m thinking about investing in a college dorm sized fridge that way I could possibly hide ice cream in the bedroom.