After Chad admitted that he was wrong and apologized, I told him that I still wasn't happy. In our almost eight years of marriage, I have never gotten an "I'm sorry" gift - never once some flowers or candy to smooth things over, like the fellows do on TV. I told Chad that, this time, I expected some sort of token to show his remorse. He replied that he would see what he could come up with, and I played it real icy cool in the meantime.
At around 9 o'clock on Friday night, we were watching Hell's Kitchen together (I told you things were exciting around here - you donkey) and it brought on an intense hamburger craving. My moaning and groaning over the craving was interrupted by the sound of the baby fussing upstairs. I left to comfort Oliver and when I came back down Chad was nowhere in sight. The van was gone too.
He came back ten minutes later, with his token of remorse in hand-
A Five Guys burger, a greasy bag full of fries, and a Chick-Fil-A shake.
I really think it was the most delicious meal I have ever eaten.
Chad was officially forgiven.
Boy does that boy know me.
