If looks could kill....

I am a slow learner. Last night when Andy got home I had planned a Costco run to stock on fruits/veggies and get myself back on track.

However, again, poor planning... the avocados weren't ripe yet, and by the time we got back I just succumbed to whatever he wanted for the family. He had bought these fish sticks someone at work had raved about and made his 'homemade tartar sauce'.

I have never in my life enjoyed fish... on a rare occasion cooked properly and fresh from the coast I do enjoy salmon. I also enjoy broiled shrimp and lobster. That is about it.

So he gave me just a couple of his fish sticks. I wanted to be a good sport, after all... he had gone to the trouble to make dinner. He sat there laughing at my facial contortions I couldn't help make as I choked it down with his very sour homemade sauce. I didn't complain.

He also gave me part of his beer, which sounded good at the time, even though I don't like beer... I choked that down too.

I had a plan in my head... a reward, a last hurrah...

For almost 2 weeks there were some chocolate pudding cups my brother left when he was here in the fridge... I was going to enjoy one for dessert.

He made a comment that I didn't enjoy dinner. I told him no worries, I would get a treat later and then tried to quietly mouth the object of my desire to him in a way the girls wouldn't notice...

He said ... 'OH YOU MEAN THE PUDDING CUPS... THE ONES I JUST GAVE TO THE GIRLS??????'

Fine... off to find a delicious RAW dessert... and I'll decide later if I intend to share!

Sheesh.