I was a little concerned when she said, “I need to confess something…”
I got a phone call this morning from my wife.
“I have something to tell you but it involves a little confession.”
I wasn’t sure what to make of her opening so I simply said, “okaaaay…” and then waited.
“So every morning I’ve been going to Cosi to get my morning coffee.”
“Uh huh.” Nothing scary there.
“And with my coffee I’ve been getting this little snack.”
“Mm Hmm.” Ah, the confession!
“The girl behind the register told me it’s really healthy [sic]; it’s got nuts and berries and honey and…”
“Okay.” I interrupted while trying to remain completely neutral. The reason why this was a confession of sorts is that for the last 6 months or so, in an effort to cut costs and eat more healthfully, I’ve been making her her breakfasts, snacks and lunches, with the expectation that what I was sending in with her was all…
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