could totally imagine your conversation with your DH. Very funny. I'm usually pretty emotional, and now I've found I have an excuse. :LOL Sometimes DH very dramatically rolls his eyes then his head at me and says -now you're not going to blame the little guy again are you?
The other day, DH got home just a few minutes before 10 at night. I had been waiting, to send him on a mission for a dozen eggs with which to make devil-ed eggs, the only thing I could think of making for a potluck since I'm supposed to be reclining or resting. As soon as he walked through the door I said "can I ask a favor?"
He responded, "Can I at least put my stuff down?" then proceeded to the kitchen table to finish eating his snack of cookies. As I explain the mission, he keeps nibbling at the cookies, then I comment about maybe the store not being open. He keeps eating the cookies! Then I start scowling at him and the cookies and he says "Well what do you want me to do?"
It occurred to me that I must look ridiculous, a professional woman, standing in a top and underwear, scowling because of a dozen eggs.
Well he did complete the mission and the devil-ed eggs turned out fine, but I think I could read the lines on his forehead which said, thank goodness only 3 more months of this