While on the couch catching up on our DVR:
Hubs: I'm going to get some tea. You want anything?
AP: Could you bring me some oreos and a glass of milk?
Hubs: Sure. Be right back.
[I go upstairs to put my jammies on and come back downstairs to find Hubs holding only four oreos and a glass of milk.]
Hubs: Did you know that there's only two oreos in a serving?
AP: [truly angered by Hubs' meaningless and innocent insinuation that I completely took in the wrong fashion]
AP: What the f**k? (Yes, I did curse. I said I was shamed) Are you serious? Are you trying to ration my oreo intake?
Hubs: Uh, no? You could always go back and get more.
AP: I always eat more than four oreos!
Hubs: Are you seriously upset? You didn't even say "thank you!" This was all I could fit in my hand, Ashley Paige! Just go get some more when you finish these!
AP: I don't even want them anymore. [Even though I proceeded to sit on the couch in silence and dunk and eat my four oreos].
For the record, Hubs and I have reconciled. I apologized for my rash and rather ridiculous and inappropriate behavior and blamed the entire incidence on horomones. We are still madly in love regardless of my temper tantrum over being handed only four oreos and not the twenty seven I had intended on eating. Stay tuned for additional posts about our weekend later today and of course, I haven't forgetten about the surprise post I had promised! It's in the works!