Oh, No He Didn’t

My husband sometimes feels the need to stash the “mad money” (as in, he’ll be real fuckin mad if I touch it) in a new location.

Last week, he said he hid it in the cabinet with all of the cleaning supplies, since he was sure I would never open it.

I didn’t believe him. I thought he was just giving me a hard time, as usual. Technically, I don’t actually know if this is true, as I did not open that specific cabinet last week. I had just done the deep cleaning at the end of the previous week and at the beginning of this one. Shut up.

Turns out, he placed it in an even less often used location: the oven.

It’s a good thing we ran out of DiGiorno’s, babe, or you’re smug little smiles would quickly turn into tears.

 

11 responses to “Oh, No He Didn’t

  1. Ha! I have money hidden too. But I don’t trust myself to hide it in someplace like the oven. I’d forget and burn it myself.

  2. Ha! I have hidden money too. Not much but enough so that I check on it every few days to make sure no one found it yet. But the oven though? Too bad you didn’t find it because you could’ve kept it then put some paper in
    the oven and cranked that bad boy up and when it burned hubby would have thought you burned his money and you will be richer.

  3. The oven…. craziness! What’s next?

  4. Wow! My hubs could hide the money in any number of places…the oven, the dishwasher, the washer, the vacuum. the list could go on and on.

  5. Have you ever thought about buying him a little mattress? Maybe a little baby doll mattress. That way he can hide his money under the mattress, but have freedom to move it around at will.

    • You see? This is my favorite thing about blogging! I would have never thought of getting him a baby doll mattress, but now? I’m on my way to Toys ‘R’ Us to get him the prettiest one they have. Nothing is too good for my man.

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