Not my drug mule…..my candy mule.

Today marks our 11th Anniversary (yay, us!), so we celebrated by dropping the kids off at grandma’s (thanks, grandma) and ran off to see Baby Mama. If you enjoy the Fey-Poehler comedy team, you’ll love this flick. (That’s not a guarantee, btw, just an educated assumption. )

So, anyway, we’re not rich. But even if we were, I really can’t stand the thought of paying 3 or 4 bucks for a box of candy at the movies. That’s not to say I’ve never done it, but boy am I pissy as I munch through that box of Snow Caps. (Okay, who’s kidding who? Snow Caps are way too happy a food to consume while pissy.) Anyway, I hate how much they can charge for pre-made popcorn and unimaginable amounts of soda.

So, today I cheated. On the way to the movies, we stopped at the dollar store for a box of Whoppers. Guess how much they cost? Oh good, you were paying attention. ONE DOLLAR! For what would have been about 3.50 at the movies (that’s almost a gallon of gas nowadays!!!).

One problem…..I didn’t have a purse with me. I hate carrying a purse, especially on (almost) carefree summer days. So, I tried putting it in my pocket with my sweatshirt wrapped around my waist. No good. The very tip of the box could be seen, no matter how I placed the sweatshirt. Well, all except for just wearing the thing backward. And, yes, the corner of the box showing would have bothered me. If you know me at all, you know that I’m terrified of getting caught breaking rules, no matter how stupid the rule.

Finally, I asked Bald Man if he could wrap it up in the sweatshirt that he was carrying. That’s when he accused me of using him as a mule. I said it was that or the Whoppers were going down my pants. So, in the end, he was a willing mule (not that he had a choice ).

Yeah, he’s been married to 11 years of my craziness. Congrats to him.

What kinds of silly things do you ask of your spouse?

photo credit: jpockele

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