Last night Hubs ate the last of a bag of chips as he was making dinner.
That was all fine and good until I decided I wanted chips and a beer as my late-night snack of choice while we watched tv.
So I worked on some things for awhile until it was time to relax for the night. Then I asked him to bring over the chips when he brought over the two beers.
And the chips were gone.
…
I was a little miffed.
Okay, a lot miffed.
Chips are a big deal to me…and a special treat in our house.
There was laughing from both sides… and some real frustration on my part.
But alas, the chips were gone.
I realize now that it wasn’t that he ate the chips, it was that I didn’t know he ate the chips so I was still looking forward to eating them.
It’s all about communication. Which is another good “c” word.
What about you? Any chip disasters in your house? Any communication fails?
