I don't know how I did it. Was it the stress of the holiday? Was it the stress of a sick asthmatic kid all week? I don't know, but I have done it. He is mad.
It all started with the handsome UPS man coming to my door. He comes at least twice a week. He is a tall handsome gray haired man. OK...this isn't about the UPS man......
This time it was just a small envelope he left, not a package. Yes, it was addressed to my husband, but hey...."what's mine is mine and what's his is mine!" Right?
I opened it. It looked like a credit card advertisement. The kind you get in the mail all the time. The kind you just toss. Well, I thought it was odd that it came UPS. BUT, Verizon sends us stuff all the time via UPS trying to get our business back. (it isn't working, you can stop now!) I tossed it in the trash. No, I ripped the plastic card off, tossed it in trash and tossed the paper in recycle, like a good girl.
I never thought anymore about. UNTIL.......last night.
You see, Chris was all ready in a bad mood. He was doing bills. When he does these, I usually-
A: Pretend I am tired and go to bed. Even if it is 8:00.
B: Kiss his ass and give him anything he wants (yes anything!)
C: Disappear and pretend I have errands to run
This time I did option "C". But for some reason, he dragged bill paying on ALL DAY! He came down the stairs and said "Where is that UPS envelope that was sitting on the radio?"
OH SHIT........I tossed it.
Oh boy was he mad. We were just sitting down to dinner. We had Sami's new boyfriend over for the first time. Not a good first impression. He started tearing through the recycle. Then gave up. We ate, he was pleasant. I went and tore through the recycle in hopes of finding it. In hopes I wasn't the good "recycling girl" and tossed it in all together.
No such luck......I found the UPS envelope and the torn up up info.....no card.........