Dangerous Words

This evening, my husband uttered dangerous words. We'd tucked the kids into bed, picked up the house and changed into jammies when he yawned, and said,

"You know what sounds good? A McFlurry. Well, good night."

And off he strolled to bed.

I should also frame this little comment with an incident from earlier this afternoon. While I was stretching to head out for a practice 5K, I glanced over to see Branden eating a Hershey bar. Which I happened to know was the LAST ONE. When I inquired about this, all he said was, "I love you honey!"

Bummer.

So here I sit. In a quiet house. Desperate for something sweet. And my secret stash raided and empty.