I started to do dishes this morning and as I was cleaning out the drain catcher, there was this one, lone, elbow macaroni noodle. Hummmmm, where did this come from? I went to my dear husband and bent over his shoulder and whispered into his ear, "Did you eat macaroni for lunch yesterday?"
I got the paniced deer in the headlight look................."Uhhhh.......yes...........but I measured out one cup and that's all I had!"
I didn't beat him up over it because he obviously went to measures to clean up and put away everything so there was no evidence. Sort of a closet eater and I certainly can relate to that.
This is the only "diet" he's actually stuck with more than a week with me and he's lost 12 pounds since the end of August. He's reading labels when he goes to the grocery and then comes home to tell me how many crazy carbs were in something he thought was okay to buy and didn't.
Now my question is this, if husbands can secretly cook, clean up and put away dishes while the wife is away, why can't they secretly clean toilets, bathtubs, and mop floors while the wife is away?
Friedpie