Last week, my husband baked a batch of brownies.
My suspicion radar immediately went off. Why? My husband cooks a terrific Sunday breakfast, and knows his way around a barbecue grill. But he doesn't bake, especially chocolate, which he doesn't really like. So, when I came home to the smell of freshly baked brownies, I was confused.
At work, I jokingly speculated about what guilty secret he was making up for. I speculated that either he was seeing another woman, or he had just spent money on a hugely expensive toy for himself.
"Isn't that typical," my coworker said. "Your husband does something nice for you, and you automatically think that he's got something to hide." Yep, I agreed, we all do that.
Well, not necessarily - we might have just been more suspicious than most. Just the day before, my coworker had been watching the "My Spouse Cheated on Me" episode of Dr. Phil. In it, these clueless men and women had been cheated on for years by their spouses, and had no clue whatsoever. The kicker, she said, was when Dr. Phil showed a 2-month cell phone bill with 500 calls to and from this one number, and the wife knew nothing.
500 calls? She wasn't suspicious? What else could he have been doing but returning and making phone calls. "Sorry honey, I HAVE to take this midnight call. It's my broker - some trouble with the account, and he's very diligent about keeping me informed." Right.
Anyway, back to my hubby. The next night, in the car, I "confronted" him with the brownies.
"You don't like chocolate, so you made the brownies for me to cover up something. Either you're seeing another woman, or you want a power tool. Which one is it?"
He stopped the car, turned me with a serious look on his face and said, "Can I have both? A floozy with a power tool?"
After the laughter died down, he admitted that he just had a wierd craving for brownies, and made some. The fact that I loved homemade brownies was just a bonus.
Well, this whole thing has taught me a valuable lesson about my husband. He's a great guy, with some strange (for him) cravings. And now, at least I know what to get him for his birthday. Do you think Home Depot carries a power drill with a floozy attachment?
