Just wanted to clarify from my last post that Brian by no means has to get my permission to eat anything, but typically he lets me know when he is going to go out to eat (read: spend money) rather than eat at home. But if we are going to be honest, I might or might not have a reputation for getting irritated with him for eating out when something perfectly good (and already paid for) is in the pantry at home. So when he is calling to “let me know,” we both know he is more or less asking for permission :).
I realize that this makes me sound petty, controlling, and bossy. Oh, and hypocritical, because if I am in the mood to eat out rather than eat at home, I dare you to be the person that tries to get in my way. I will own up to all 4 qualities if you promise not to pass judgment! I promise I have redeeming qualities—I can't think of them at the moment, but Brian must be able to think of one or two since he willingly married me… right?!
Anyway, there’s my dose of honesty for the day! Any perfect wives need not respond with comments :).
And by the way, daylight savings hit me like a brick this morning. 5:10 never felt as early as it did today. Barf.