AuburnChick's Adventures

…means that you can’t slip out and get slushies or chocolate without the hubster knowing about it.

I mean, c’mon girls!  Don’t ‘ya sometimes just want to indulge in a little chocolate therapy.  Shouldn’t we be able to do this guilt-free?

I’ve been subbing for a teacher who has 2nd period planning and then early lunch, so I go in, teach one class, and get time to re-energize.

That means chocolate, right?

So, a couple of days, I was in Happy Land.  I’d gotten my donuts and Reese’s.

Yeah, I was a happy girl.

I was heading back to school, and who should call?

The Mr.

“Hey,” he said.

“Yeah, what do you want?” I answered.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Who me?” I asked, all innocent-like.

“Um, I’m behind you.  Where’d you go?” he persisted.

Rats.  I didn’t want to lie.

“I went to the store.  BTW, what are you up to?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

Sometimes the man uses his brain.  He did not allow me to steer him off his line of questioning.

“What did you buy?” he asked.

“Stuff, okay?  Chocolate stuff.  I NEEDED it.”  I said.

“Uh huh,” he said, unconvinced.

End of conversation.

I wish this was an isolated incident, but it’s not.

Today, I picked up Rooster from band practice.  I decided I was in need of a Sonic Icee.  See, I had interviewed for a history teacher position today, but I didn’t get it.  I was a teensy bit down in the dumps, and my mouth was a little more sore today than yesterday.

Rooster was totally okay with taking a detour on the way home.

And then we saw it…

The Mr.’s car.  He waved as he drove past us!

Rats.

What did we do?

We drove home.

Sigh.

Guess the icee will have to wait for another day…when I’m sure the Mr. is tied up at work.  😉

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