My husband Dave sees how hard I’ve been working, watching calories and doing cardio every single day at 5AM.
Once in a while I have a craving for something sweet, sickening sweet.
But my support system of a husband was having none of it.
Tonight when he went to the store, I asked for “a Santa, a solid chocolate Santa, just one. They probably have leftover discounted stuff.”
He came home Santa-less.
He said “They didn’t have any Santas. Just Valentine candy and you didn’t say Valentine candy.”
I wanted to both hug him and punch him in the face.Stumble it!