He Tried
Bless his heart, hubbyman tried. He went to the store for me this morning. I need a few things like eggs, milk and flour. All-purpose flour. He took Bekah with him. She assured him that I used self-rising flour. So that is what he brought home. He also brought home chocolate so I didn’t say a word about the wrong flour.
Some how he found out it was the wrong kind. I think he asked me. He made a silly face and naturally, blamed it on Bekah.
Later he had to unexpectedly go back out. So he went by the store on the way home and brought me another bag of flour. Self-rising flour again. He came home from the hunt all proud. “Sweetie, I got you a bag of flour; self-rising, right?” Um, no hon, I need all-purpose. He coudn’t blame it on Bekah this time. But man he is cute and sweet, I told him not to worry. I would make it work.
He is one hunk of an errand boy. Who cares what kind of flour he brings home?
Your man brought you chocolate?? And you did reward him… didn’t you?;)What a guy — he deserves a pat on the back for trying at least. Jennifer