...and now a story about what a white lie can do...
OK, let me preface it by saying my husband is the best guy ever. BUT last night he told a little white lie. And I'm sure in his head he heard that little voice telling him to just be honest.
Every Wednesday he has a church guy meeting with a few guys. No big deal to me, I think he deserves a night out weekly. But last night the meeting got canceled and instead of telling me, he decided to go out anyway. So he went to the laundrymat (I have no idea how to spell that) to wash his camping gear and do some reading. And he took my big a$$ bottle of laundry detergent that i use every flipping day. Now, while he was gone, the kids and I heard a mysterious crash that came from upstairs. It sounded like someone knocked something over and then stomped around. We were freaked out. After I gathered my courage, i sent the dog up to sniff it out and when she acted normal i went up and looked in every nook and cranny. It was unnerving to find NOTHING! Then hubby got home in the midst of it and the dog went nuts because he was locked out and so he knocked on the front door. Mind you - this is at 9pm and i had just heard a mysterious unidentified crash from upstairs. I almost had a heart attack.
So we get back to normal. Until i go to do laundry just now. My biga$$ jug of soap is gone. Just GONE! WTH takes a jug of soap? So I call hubby at work and tell him and he (the offender) offers nothing. I search the kids's rooms because well, kids are weird sometimes and who knows why they do the things they do. Can't find it. So by now i'm almost in tears, trying to decide if I should pack up my 3 year old and escape this soon to be death trap. call hubby back, say "you gotta come home" and he says...
"OK, I didn't want to tell you this, but my meeting was canceled last night and so I went to wash the sleeping bags" I am
and I'm sure he's not wanting to come home today.
In light of how freaked out i was last night, you would think he'd have let me in on the big laundry secret.
So I thought if i wrote it out here it would help. That's as far as i have gotten in the anger process. I'm sure it will be funny someday, but not yet.
Pork, it's what's for dinner! 
