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So I begin my day, somewhere around my 2nd trimester, with an intense craving for fried chicken. Not just any fried chicken, KFC fried chicken. So I emailed my husband at work telling him that we HAD to have KFC for dinner because I might actually die if I didn’t eat it. Before my husband left work I sent him the following email (or something to this effect):

Baby,

Please get for me from KFC: a 6 pc. friend chicken (all drumsicks), 3 biscuits, about 20 packets of honey, and a sprite. Do not forget the honey because we don’t have any and I won’t eat the chicken w/o honey. Print out this email and bring it in with you so you don’t forget.

Love you!

So I spent the day dreaming of sweet friend chicken with honey and biscuits and anxiously awaited his 6pm arrival home. He walks in the door and in with him whafts the delicious smell of KFC – along with the printed email – way to go baby. So I get plates and we sit down to dinner – and I start to panic and tear through the bags looking for the honey. And you can probably guess it – no freakin honey. So I start yelling where is the honey. He says, Oh no, I forgot, sorry baby. And starts eating. Well no, this was totally unacceptable. So I proceed to burst into tears, refuse to eat my food and lock myself in the bedroom while my DH – who just could not understand why the F I was crying about honey, sat downstairs eating alone.

We didn’t speak the whole night.

(And I came out about 10 min. later because I was too hungry to stay upstairs and ate the KFC anyway)

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Posted by missmanic, 27th September 2013