I got a phone call about 10 minutes ago with a slightly perturbed husband on the other end. "I needed to send a few email... I had to print off packets... waa waa waa."
I said, "Sorry... looks like you have to come home."
He said, "your punishment is to make me dinner."
Surprise. I was actually already making dinner (that's why I wanted him home by 6:30) so I begrudgingly agreed.
Now he thinks I'm a Saint, and I get my husband for a whole evening. I'm good at this sneaky stuff.
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