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.