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I mentioned to DH this morning how I would like a donut. He gallantly volunteered to go get some while he was out running errands. So when he returned I actually had joy in my heart, looking forward to my donut(s). The girls were really excited, too, so they sat right down and started eating. When I went to the kitchen a few minutes later there were NO DONUTS left in the bag. I said, "Where are all the donuts?" and DH said, "Oh, I didn't know if you wanted one or not so I got you an empanada (which is a type of Mexican pastry that I normally like). The empanada was a pumpkin one, which I don't like even when I am not pregnant, which I thought DH knew!
Needless to say, it wasn't a pretty scene. To me, when I say that I would like a donut I mean a sweet, round pastry with a hole in the middle. I do NOT mean a Mexican pastry filled with stewed pumpkin.
DH just looked kind of scared and ducked out of the room. I am sure I'll laugh about it later but right now I am mad! How hard is it?!!!
Needless to say, it wasn't a pretty scene. To me, when I say that I would like a donut I mean a sweet, round pastry with a hole in the middle. I do NOT mean a Mexican pastry filled with stewed pumpkin.
DH just looked kind of scared and ducked out of the room. I am sure I'll laugh about it later but right now I am mad! How hard is it?!!!
